Whew. Survived my first national day practice session.
No, I didn't throw up either. I was so proud of that fact, being the unfit lump that I am, that I called The Sister in the afternoon to tell her. Yes, she laughed her ass off at me. But it's ok. I survived it in surprisingly good shape.
y'have to put things into perspective. The Instructor is a pint sized chinese woman that would fit into one leg of my shorts. She threw us a routine that had us jogging and moving and doing calisthenics for about 2 hours. The rest of the girls were equally well proportioned. But I breathed no harder than they did, kept up the pace with them, and hey! I didn't throw up.
Heh. I'm quite proud of that fact.
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