In an effort to get out of the house more I started taking a fitness class through the Brookline Center for Adult Education. They have lots of interesting classes for retirees and extreme introverts. Mine is a 30 minute class that meets Monday and Wednesday evenings in the gym of an elementary school, much like the space in the photo. You may notice the lack of windows or other technology with which to move air, as did I. You may also notice that the demographic is slightly older than me and there appears to be only one man. It’s a perfect representation of my actual class from that angle. What you can’t see, if this were my actual class, is the tiny pink boombox on a chair at the front of the room blasting the likes of Wham! and the Beatles and other things I can’t hear. I also can’t hear the instructor so I have to follow along as best I can, and during the cardio activities this looks like if your dad did an imitation of Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back, only blindfolded and possibly drunk. Not sexy AT ALL.
The class also includes some pilates and light weight lifting, which I like much better than the check-out-my-40-year-old-white-girl-moves aerobics we are subjected to. I say “like”, but I really mean, “feel less humiliated by” because lifting weights is easy and I’ve come to terms with the fact that my body won’t look the same as yours on a yoga mat because I have a rod in my back. I’m at peace knowing that when I do crunches I don’t really go anywhere, and I can touch my toes but only because I have freakishly long arms. That said, my plank is off the hook.
Anyway, the class is pretty much exactly what I expected and it’s a lot of fun, and I can’t wait to tell you about all the other crazy activities I plan to do with the local seniors.
Now, I’m off to the chiropractor.