Monday, January 08, 2007
No, No, No, No, No, No, No
Dear New Instructor:
When I go to your strength-training class, new instructor, at 6 a.m., I most assuredly can practically guarantee you, indeed I will swear on a Bible, that I will not want to be doing any clapping (as in two hands slapping together in time) to your cheesy, fake work-out music.
Not at any point during the entire one-hour we had the pleasure of spending together this morning.
Also, if I cannot do one push-up properly, what makes you think that doing 74 more the same wrong way is going to accomplish anything except piss me off?? And the flying from one exercise to another, solely because you are a bouncy, perky, young thing and you think that fast and faster are what matters in strength training (not!) plus you seem to be living in an 80's time-warp, or maybe you just watched too many Jane Fonda videos ... ?
Um, where was I?
My favorite part is when you had us march around the room.
In time to the music.
No. N-O. So no.
I want my old instructor back.