But one day a week I actually do brave the elements and trek on over to take class every Wednesday. I’ve never been a fan of fitness classes—especially those that take place at the Wal-Mart of exercise havens—but I stumbled across this one and I’ve been a fan ever since. It’s a great workout while also giving me an opportunity to work on certain elements of my training in a completely different environment. I love it.
I’ve learned however, that it’s best to try and blend in as much as possible in a class such as this. This is the one time I fully cover up to work out. I always wear pants and I always wear a shirt. Sure, I might look in shape but nothing that should bring attention. Not just because I think I have an amazing body, but because when people think you are extra athletic, it’s not acceptable for you to take a little break in the middle of the sets. You’re held to a hire standard. Well—this past week that all changed. I stupidly wore a long sleeve shirt and by the middle of the class I was miserable. If there is one thing I can’t stand it’s being unnecessarily hot during workouts. So…I took my shirt off. And, well, my cover was blown.
All of the sudden the instructor is standing behind me and points out my physique to the class. He then says he wishes he could have my body because it’s almost bathing suit season. Oh joy. A boy. Wants. My. Body. If I wasn’t a tad self-conscious about my lack of curvaceous-ness, I am now!
So I guess I’m out of the closet now. He knows what I do and wants to know all about it. Pretty soon I’ll be giving core strengthening classes on the side.