Today I survived my first ever step aerobics class.
That is a slight exaggeration. In 1993 or so, Joe and I took a single “Introduction to Step” class at Bally’s. It wasn’t even a routine, just what the steps were called and how to do the most basic moves.
That was enough for us!
Until today. I recently joined the local YMCA because pretending my ass isn’t there isn’t making it any smaller. Nor does the public at large seemed inclined to ignore it, just because I am.
I’ve learned a lot at the Y. I’ve learned that I have no idea what shower room etiquette is these days. But I do know I can’t carry on a conversation with a perfect stranger if we’re both standing under shower heads and soaping our parts. I’ve learned that little old ladies will happily hand you your ass in aerobics class as they pick up heavier weights and do more reps in better form. I’ve learned that a butterfly tattoo on the buttock is a pretty dreary sight when the buttock in question reaches a certain stage of giving in to gravity. I learned that Friday is when the buff young men in Speedos come in to do laps next to the water aerobics class.
And today, I learned to sweat from pores I didn’t even know I had. I worked so hard, sweat was spurting out of me like I had tiny fire hoses under my skin. But my poor, sad, slow metabolism refuses to budge unless I kick-start it with something drastic like this.
But the other reason I took the class? My most excellent writer friend, Linda Rohrbough, http://www.lindarohrbough.us/, once advised a class full of aspiring writers that we needed to try whatever frightened us. We needed to sit down next to the person we thought looked most intimidating, try the form we thought we couldn’t conquer. She said fear was a sign that THIS was what we needed to try next.
And step aerobics? Yup. I hate looking like I don’t know what I’m doing. I hate being the slow one in class. I hate not knowing what comes next. But I didn’t fall down (biggest fear), and I didn’t knock anyone else down (second biggest fear). Nobody pointed and laughed.
Since Linda’s advice has been golden so far, I’m going to keep looking for things I’m avoiding and give ’em a whirl. I’m going to keep going to this step class until I master the routines.
Well, except on Fridays. I think I’ll go back to water aerobics on Fridays.