My Boy'sterous Reflections

So today was Day 2 of Zumba ..and guess who didn't turn up for class ...

Guess , guess ..

Yeah you're right , it was the old lady ..

So much for cheers of ' more , more ' and not that she was my competition

but hehehehe .. guess who's having the last laugh ..

if laughing for a nanosecond counts .. that is ..

coz the other surprise was I was the only one for class today ..

Ideally you'd love the one on one session having paid for a group session but in Zumbaaa ..no way, Jose ..

Either ways I was high on confidence , my mind misleading my body to think I was better equipped to handle Day 2 ..

... yeah for about 10 mins .. and then the realisation dawned..

By the end of the class it felt like I was all over the place ..my arms flailing in all directions , my legs din't know left step from right or vice versa and need I say co-ordination sucked ...

The trainer must have gauged my predicament from my shameful sheepish grins and said for a beginner I was doing really well -

but as frustrated I was , the bitchy me almost replied - Geeee thanks - am I not suffering enough ?

but better sense prevailed and the pleasant me smiled for the much needed encouragement ..

What also encouraged me were Erika Harris's words ..she aptly said,"I frequently-regularly-often trip while reaching for my high ideals. Then I giggle, or cry, and get back up."

So I'm going to giggle and cry about it here on my blog ..

and maybe , just maybe in a couple of years months have the courage to brag and post pics , like Corinne asked ..

and pics reminds me of the Brussels post , I was supposed to do ..

After dinner tonight ...

Promise !!

though that wasn't quite the sentiment barely 10 mins into the class when I found myself huffing and puffing like an old woman whilst the ' literally ' old woman next to me cheered for more ..

or the thought last night when the joints in my body decided to pull a coup d’etat, yelling ' Torture '