On Sunday, Angela invited me to her BodyStep class at the local gym. She is an amazing instructor.....I, on the other hand, am a horrible student. In spite of her uber-enthusiam and my excitment to try something new, 30 minutes into the 60 minutue workout, I felt light-headed and nearly passed out.
My sad body was ill-prepared for such a beating. I have vowed to return and complete the workout...someday. For now, my calves feel like they're wooden and I can't bear the thought of climbing my stairs to go to bed.
Although I haven't had a 60 minute aerobic workout since my dancing days (ballet, tap, jazz, etc), I was still dissapointed to discover how out of shape I really am. Also discouraging was my inability to learn a small series of moves in sequence. Seriously? I used to take 5 dance classes at once and master changing combinations of moves every week. What the heck happened to me?
I wanted to try the BodyJam class - hip hop infused aerobics - but now I am convinced I need to master the step class first before I make a COMPLETE fool of myself in the jam class.
I will not be defeated by the BodyStep!