Thursday, November 22, 2012
First of all: Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends :)
Tonight I head south for the shopping festivities, but more about that in a moment.
Yesterday I made strides in understanding exercise-class psychology. I'm not big on them, usually. Oh, sure, I Zumba... but I mostly like that because it's more of a dance class than a traditional "5 more! 4 more! 3 more! And crunch, and stretch! And crunch! And stretch!". Dancing is fun. Conditioning for dance? ... kindof painful.
Previously I talked about the Barre Class that I've been taking (still got 2 more). Last night I was supposed to be on a waiting list, but then I actually moved from wait-list to actual participant (wait, that's possible?!). So I was in a tizzy trying to find socks (which I rarely wear) and workout gear (thank goodness I hadn't emptied out my work locker!) after having cleared out my car for tonight's trip! Then I was in a mild panic trying to figure out how not to be late for anything after taking the class I didn't think I'd get into! Eventually I get everything together and make it to the class and... uh-oh. It's the dude. * expletive*
It's not that the class isn't interesting. It's a lot of work, but it doesn't feel like you're in there for an hour. The first class I took was with a girl, and she was good. I was corrected, everything was hard but good. The second was with this dude. It was intense. Don't get me wrong, I like having female teachers for a lot of things, but taking a class with a male instructor, especially a fitness class, is something I both dread and appreciate. I know going in that this class is going to make me WORK. Hard. I'm not sure why, but when a man leads the class, I tend to sweat more, exert more, and hurt more the next day. I don't know if it's because all fo the male teachers I've had have merely been higher-energy than the females, or if there's something in my head that says I want to impress him (even if he's not my type).
Anyway, needless to say, I am sore today. I did exercises that had my leg shaking so hard that I nearly fell over. My hips were spasming. Not unbearably sore, but my body saying "Nya-nya, you did an unexpected workout! No WAY am I not punishing you for that". Fun fact, though. Despite dreading taking the class with him, and enjoying the "in-class" period more with the female instructor, I'll probably take the last two classes with him. Why? Because I think I will get better results with him than with her. Or I could go ahead and try to get into one of the classes with the third teacher (also female). Hmmmmmmmm.
Back to shoppings!
I got up at the usual time this morning (thank you, my Miss Awesome, for driving me to work and picking me up here afterwards!), got dressed and dropped food into my bag (pre-preparing lunch, for the win!), carried the snow tires down to the car (which I unloaded last night), and headed over to the mechanic. They were so busy that I didn't even get to chat... so I dropped Spatzel off (that would be my car, named by my Deutsche Freundin when she gave me a charm bracelet for my birthday: loosely translated, it's a term of endearment meaning "little bird"), got a ride and thanked her with local honey.
Now the workday is passing EVER SO SLOWLY... and then I shall be collected again by the same Miss Awesome, and we shall collect Spatzel, then I shall head out to my Co-Shopper's place for New England Seafood Chowder, a place to store my snows until we get back, and onward to Syracuse for EL SHOPPING TRIP EXTRA-ORDINAIRE! Yay Black Friday!
Wish me luck in buying ALL THE THINGS!