I've been asked if it was what I expected. I'm not sure how to answer that right now. I expected do exercises; and we did.
I expected to have to run and hate it; we did and I did.
I expected to be really tired at the end of the day because one of my daughters -- who will remain nameless --called and woke me up at 10:30 last night to tell me about something that was on Myth Busters and then I couldn't go back to sleep; and I was. (OK, I'm finished harping on that Jenni -- oops)
I expect my muscles to be screaming at me; and so far they aren't. It is early in the scheme of things and that may be a sensation yet to be experiened. I'm also taking fistfulls of ibuprofen and YES I'm aware of contraindications but did you see where I said I'm not hurting? Yet?
What didn't I expect? The number of participants and the nicknaming thing. The class numbered about 40, and as described in the class description, the fitness levels ranged from couch potatoes to tri-athletes. I'd say most of the participants fell in between as there were quite a few people who were in shape but not at the crazy-out-of-their-mind level of the triathaletes. Not that I've ever known anyone in my life who was a crazy-out-of-his-mind triathelete who worked out about 4 hours a day or anything like that.
Yeah...the nickname thing. Everybody gets a nickname. And apparently there are no guarantees they will be good ones. The instructor, whose name I didn't get except that he's called "Sir", introduced the returnees by their nicknames. Spike, Round-Up, Hotcakes, Nark. We were told that Hotcakes chose her nickname -- and seems to be the only one who got to. Round-up works for Monsanto. I don't yet know the origins of the other names. And I didn't really hear all of the others. As Sir pointed to them, the rest loudly yelled out Spike! Hotcakes! RoundUp! Nark! And then kind of faded out for the rest and all I heard was Mumble! Mumble! Mumble! Yada! Yada! Get! The! Idea?
And then it was time to name the newbies. The first one was chosen, stated her name, occupation, hobbies and the fact that she is getting married in a month. By unanimous consent of the gang in the back corner of the room, she was bestowed with the name of Bridezilla.
I was next. I gave my name, occupation (paralegal), hobbies (blogging and cooking). My nickname is ...uh... Briefs. Because of the paralegal thing. And again, by unanimous consent of the back corner of the room.
Next, another future bride who is a pharmaceutical rep selling blood pressure meds. Ed. For Erectile Dysfunction. I don't get it either, but the back corner of the room was enthusiastic about the name. In fact, when bouncing the options around, one guy said, "I like erectile dysfunction." Yes. He did say that out loud. But anyway, she's now Ed.
Another pharmaceutical sales rep, sells cholesterol drugs, and her hobbies are eating and drinking. Stroker. We now know the back corner of the room could easily confuse their medications if not careful. But it was early in the morning, we were going through the paces, so it's not surprising that creativity was in short supply.
There wasn't enough time for all of the newbies to get nicknames, so that activity continues tomorrow morning. Kathy and I can't wait for them to get to her son. Occupation: head cheesemonger at a local wine shop. But based on today's names, the back corner of the room just might christen him "Curd."