I know I promised vacation photos so here you are!
No really, a holiday post is forthcoming but tonight I had a wacky experience.
Earlier this month, I restarted my Y membership when I enrolled the kids for summer camp and swim lessons. I thought I would seize the opportunity to get in shape, workout and take aqua aerobics. Since I will be dropping the kids off daily for 3 weeks, there should be no excuses (except sheer laziness!).
Tonight, I went to aqua fitness, I was really looking forward to it and when I got to the class, all women, were hanging around the end of the pool chatting with this big dude. A really big dude. I thought to myself, cool a guy in the class who wants to lose weight, good for him.
As I get closer I discover the dude is fairly upset...turns out due to the death of Michael Jackson.
Then I discover the dude is also the fitness instructor.
The class started 15 minutes late after a lengthy discussion about the King of Pop, of course the greatest hits were playing on the boom box.
Somehow an aerobic class taught by a dude about 150 lbs overweight does not instill a great deal of confidence. Am I judging?
I think I want my fitness instructor to be slim, fit and rock solid...something I can work towards...unachievable for me but still goal worthy.