2001-08-13 - 8:59 p.m.
In an effort to not turn into a huge slug in the absence of regular kickboxing classes, I did quite a silly thing: I joined a hip hop aerobics class at the local gym. When my coworker told me that there was such a class right up the road, I was immediately interested, given my aforementioned desire not to turn into a slug. So merely 24 hours after talking to the instructor on the phone (she speaks good English), I found myself dancing in a mirrored room to "Funky Town," "Hip Hop Hooray," and other gems of American music. See, somehow it didn't compute that aerobics would involve dancing, in a group, with specified steps. I'm not sure what was more challenging -- keeping up with the complicated steps, or keeping from laughing at the hilarity of it all. Nevertheless, having paid for a full month, I have many aerobics classes in my future. And the teacher seems pretty cool.
Following my first class on Friday evening, I met my Irish co-JET for dinner, where I blew my workout on a meal that only slightly resembled pizza, but was satisfying enough. And get this dessert: soft-serve vanilla ice cream, bananas, and corn flakes layered in a parfait glass and topped off with chocolate syrup. seems like something i'd whip up at 2am after a long night. brilliant.
