Step Class Kicked my Ass
Before the semester began, I'd intended to take a basketball class. However, I've been playing enough goalie to know that I've pushed myself as far as I can go right now, at least when it comes to being bumped around. So, late last Wednesday night, I searched high and low in the open classes and found the best option: Step Training. I know, I know, it's not the kind of thing that your average tough-guy dyke hockey player would ordinarily do for excersize but it seemed like a good choice.
The first meeting confirmed that my pre-conceived notion was correct -- of the 50 students in the class, all, save me, are undergrads, young ones at that, and none, I am certain, know much, if anything about what it's like to be a lesbian. Though, like any crowd that age, I'm sure a couple have dabbled in the womanly arts at parties, if only to seem cool.
Today was our first workout. I got there early, set up my step (go ahead, laugh. I was trying not to at the time myself) and waited for our very nice instructor to come in. She finally did, and 10 minutes after class was supposed to start, we got our groove on. She taught us the basic moves, things like 'right laterals,' 'right v' and toe taps. I was doing okay, if a bit uncoordinated with going between the moves until it was time to lay down on our janky mats. I was sweating a little but felt like I was keeping up just fine. First, there were pushups. That was okay, I have some upper body strength thanks to my hockey career. But then, we had to roll over and do 'ab work.'
Let me tell you right now: ab work=hell. Hell. It wasn't situps, no, it was a series of hellish positions that brought my morning Luna bar back for a number of quick hellos, that made my abs scream. Then, we had to hold those positions and 'pulse,' where you lean forward a number of times.
I now fully understand that even though I can play hockey reasonably well (note that I didn't say goalie, but that is another story), I am, in fact, nowhere near being 'in shape.' Phat props to the step class for showing me that, along with an opportunity to change the situation.