Muscles I Didn't Know About...

For the record, I'm back in physical therapy three times a week.

It's a HUGE commitment and I'm really

looking forward to being discharged.

However, I must say that my therapist has worked

wonders on my knee! I believe that I only have

two weeks left and then I am outta there!

With my new found stability and strength

I've decided that I can now join classes at the YMCA.

It definitely beats the treadmill and cross trainer,

that without the television mounted on the exercise machine

a foot away from my face, I would get quite bored.

So, I've officially completed two classes at the Y.

-

On Sunday Justin and I got extra ambitious and joined a cycling class.

One word to describe that one:

Stupid.

Basically, we got our butts handed to us on a silver platter.

If I heard that Skinny instructor yell one more time,

"Get ready, we're doing a hill!"

She wouldn't know what hit her.

(Probably my fake bike wheel)

Nonetheless, it was a great workout and

I left there feeling as if I've never really done a "real"

workout the 20 prior visits to the Y.

That Skinny-hill-driving-instructor did tell us

during the middle of doing "sprints"

that the average person burns 600-700 calories

during the 45 minute class.

So I went home and ate 4 meals in one sitting.

-

Yesterday I decided to be independent and joined a step class.

I figured I needed a little down time and

step classes are for old ladies, so in all idioticness,

I thought that I would be the pro in the class.

One word:

Stupid.

I find myself to be somewhat coordinated,

after all I was a figure skater, I can ski on water and snow

and I generally don't take too many

unexpected falls due to clumsiness.

However I could not for the life of me keep up with what

Skinny Instructor Number II

was shouting at us to do!

"Swan-jump-kick-scissor-right-up.

Keep-the-beat. Tuck-those-tummies-in!"

The only command that I understood out of her endless chants was

"Tuck-those-tummies-in."

(Ironic, isn't it!!???!)

That was a major clue that indeed I was in the correct

class and more importantly, needed to be in that class!

Again, nonetheless, a fantastic work out.

Conclusion?

I am now addicted to the YMCA classes,

all of which are instructed by skinny women.

(I will keep numbering them as I meet new ones.)