I must admit that I am ashamed. Ashamed that my butt was kicked -- good and hard -- by my aerobics teacher.
Normally I wouldn't be ashamed to have a rough time in class. Wednesday is my "double night" - two classes back to a back for a total of an hour and 45 minutes. It's a tough regime on days when I'm feeling good. And today, not only am I tired and haven't been feeling well, but my feet hurt. (I am this close to actually being my Tante Emma who swore she could tell when a storm was coming because her arthritis acted up.)
So, it's not just that I had a tough class. It's that I had a tough class and had to take a lot of breaks even when my aerobics instructor held up strong and cheerful.
Again, normally, this would not be a big deal. But let me tell you this.
MY AEROBICS INSTRUCTOR IS 8 AND A HALF MONTHS PREGNANT.
The woman is huge. Well, no, she's tiny. But her belly is gi-freaken-normous. I can't imagine that she's still upright, much less doing front and side kicks that shame a former dance major. And doing it all with a smile.
I really hope that she gets paid really, really well.