ECKLEBURG
2004-05-17 - 5:45 p.m.
Aye! My legs are killin’ me! I have started taking an “Extreme Conditioning” class about two weeks ago, and while I previously would have considered myself normal but toward the coach potato side in the past, I now know the truth. I am, in actuality, a 300 pound middle weight pregnant woman in the fairly normal looking body of a 190 pound man.
On the outside I may look relatively normal – especially with my just-baggy-enough-to-hide-everything-but-not-so-baggy-as-to-appear-baggy clothes. On the inside, you might as well wrap all my organs in the hot pink spandex that only too-large people wear.
On the plus side, I am getting stronger, and if you looked at certain parts of my body in abstraction (wrist, knee, left big toe, etc), parts of me are actually starting to look pretty good. Also on the plus side, part of me knows that comparing my newbie performance to that of the pain-loving people who sign up for an exercise class that actually advertises itself as being “extreme” is probably not a fair comparison.
Oh, and to prove how lazy I actually am – did I mention that I signed up for the morning exercise class instead of the evening version because I knew that with the morning class I would shower at work, and if I took the evening class I would shower at home. And if I shower at work, that means less towels to have to wash at home. That’s right -- I am actually exercising to save on laundry. How's THAT for motivation
