the fault was not yours, it was your daughter's - you're not supposed to be working out with someone else.
in the class i was going to before i blew my sacro-iliac joint in a slip and fall, there was a lady in a chair with knee replacements. she did only the upper body work.
there was another lady with a cane - she has damage to one leg from polio.
lots of ppl doing mostly jumping jacks or marching in place.
and one absolutely lovely lady in her 60s spent most of the classes with her finger on top of her head doing the samba around in a circle because she absolutely could not figure out what she was supposed to be doing.
where i was, in the back of the class, we spent most of our time caroming off each other for the same reason.
there were men and women.
there were teenagers and elderly - the oldest was in his 80s. he said he was there "for the view" and would wiggle his eyebrows at the hardcore lineup at the front of the room, all dressed in fancy zumba spandex. (he wore white sweatbands on his head and wrists, white adidas shorts, a white tank top, and red converse high-tops. totally 80s).
there were ppl who were so skinny i was afraid to breath on them in case it knocked them over.
there were ppl like me, large enough to create our own gravitational field.
the thing we all had in common was that we were there to exercise, socialize, and just have fun.
Last edited by threenorns; 04-02-2012 at 12:42 AM.
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