|I'm not sure these |
people's backs work the
same way mine does.
That clinic was also an excellent workout. That's what I kept telling David all day -- "That clinic was an excellent workout!" -- right up until when I pitched face forward onto the couch, unconscious, due to an involuntary nap that I needed to take right that minute due to previous mentioned excellent workout.
The next day, everything in my body was sore. Including my eyelids. Heck, especially my eyelids.
Both my sister and I were excited to do more gymnastics -- and by the way, I keep typing "gynmastics," which must be something your doctor chews while you're getting a Pap smear -- but we didn't think we could count on the kids' gym letting us participate again. Luckily for us, there's a gymnastic studio in town that offers adult classes! And I read somewhere that it's becoming very hip for adults to take gymnastics classes, which made me even more interested. (Of course, it became hip for adults to carry a cell phone since about 2002, and I've never let that bother me, but at this point I'm hoping that soon things will come full circle and it will become hip to not have a cell phone. Yes, I realize that's going to be quite a wait.)
So I registered for the class and it starts on Monday! My sister won't be attending, but if I like the class then she'll take it with me again in the fall. That means, though, that I will already have 10 weeks of gymnastics under my belt by the time she starts. So she better be warned that I am going to seriously kick her ass on the pommel horse. Once I figure out what that actually is.
|Later, in private, we'll |
pretend that I am
Mary Lou Retton
and David is Bela Karolyi.
I'll keep you posted on how the class goes, providing the muscles in my fingers are still working well enough to type afterwards. Maybe some of you would even be interested in joining me in taking the class in the fall! I'd like that. Until then, best keep your walnuts away from my belly button.