Sunday Funday

Early Sunday morning Matt took off for a week of traveling for work.  I was super productive yesterday. There is something about being home alone that makes me get things done that I have been putting off.  Maybe it is because I have no one to distract me or maybe it is because I kept telling myself  “Oh I’ll do that when Matt is gone to X Games”.    

Anyway yesterday morning I woke up and went to a Step Aerobics class at my new gym.  I was a little

skeptical going in because the last Step class I went to was high impact and I think it’s what spur my stress fracture in my foot. I decided to try the class out and to take it easy if they started to do a lot of high impact moves. I got to the class and was surprised to find that I was the youngest person there.  I would say the average age of the group was 60 years old.  I was like this is going to be so easy. If the senior citizens can do it then it will be no problem for me. Ha was I wrong!

I could keep up physically with the class but I could not keep up with the routines and moves.  The instructor was all over the place. I just kept moving and tried to fake it that I knew what I was doing.  I didn’t do a good job of faking it though because at the first water break a man who must have been in his 80’s was like “Are you keeping up okay? I know it can be tricky.” I was like great the guy who could be my grandfather is concerned for me.  The class only got trickier and I only got more lost. As soon I was beginning to catch on to a routine she moved on to the next one. And then to my horror at the end she put all the routines together. That was just kind of a joke really. I just hopped around and pretended like I did not care that I couldn’t keep up. In reality I didn’t really care that much. I mean I went to get a good workout and I did get one. I was just as sweaty and worn out as the other people in the room. 

At the end of the class though I realized the instructor was a substitute. It made me think maybe the regular instructor is easier to keep up with? I had written off going to that class again but now I’m thinking I might give it another go? What do you guys think should I try it again or just go to the Pilates/ Tai Chi/ Yoga class that is after it instead?   

The rest of my Sunday Funday I cleaned my bathroom, bedroom, grocery shopped, did dishes, laundry, organized a bunch of my child hood stuff my mom made me take from her house, and I even mopped Matt’s bathroom floor. After all the work I decided to reward myself with going to see Toy Story 3. It was really good and I found myself laughing and even tearing up at one point. Hey don't judge until you have seen the movie. The best part was that I was solo so no one was there to witness the one or two tears that might have fallen.