Oh great. Only space left located behind the column. Just as well, I don't like to cause a fuss. Heh.
Out of step and out of breath. Already.
OMG. If the instructor's ass jiggles, what must I look like?
What was I thinking trying to do football drills after birthing two babies?
Back from Ladies Room. Much better.
It's 9:20. Maybe I'll leave at 9:30.
Shit. I've already finished my water.
Jeez. Someone in here really smells bad.
OMG. I hope it's not me.
Probably not me.
I'm hungry. Wish I'd eaten something.
Nah. I would have thrown it up by now.
Why does the instructor keep coming over by me?
Wrong foot (again).
Maybe that's why.
Oh, I remember this from when I used to take Step back in the 90s...in my 20s.
That woman in the back is taking her pulse. Is she having a heart attack?
God, all I need is the white man's overbite and I'll look like Billy Crystal at a wedding.
I was dancing at the wedding Saturday night. Does that count as exercise?
Nah. Probably just offsets the food and drinking.
Those stuffed mushrooms were delicious.
Heh. The girl with the tattoos is finally out of step.
Wow. Marilyn's only lifting one weight at a time. Maybe I'm in better shape than I thought.
Damn. She's got the eight pounders.
Oh! Abba! Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeeeeen.
My lungs are burning.
Maybe I'll stay for my regular yoga class after this.
Need to take a little rest or I'm gonna die.
Probably not staying for yoga.
I feel so bad for Jen having to be behind me.
I wonder if I'll get better if I come every week.
Thank God. It's 9:50. We're almost done.
I'm gonna make it.
What? We're doing crunches now?