Little Miss Red Face.

One of my New Year resolutions was to make a conscious effort to get fit.  Not only in preparation for the summer, but its proven exercise improves your overall wellbeing. Therefore I joined a gym and vowed to make a real effort to go.

Now unfortunately for me grace, rhythm and coordination are not my friends and unfortunately never have been. I trip over my own feet, can’t dance and look like Phoebe from Friends when I run.  

Going to the gym means not only will I have to embrace the simple fact, that I cannot move my arms and legs at the same time, in any form of rhythm, to any type of music. But other people will witness me attempt to.     

However a month in and I starting to really enjoy attending gym classes, SHOCKER. The instructor is really friendly, the classes are fun and slowly I can see an improvement in my general fitness. But, what I love most of all is how it is so NOT like those awkward PE school lessons. I used to literally want to die.  Full on ground swallow me up until Netball/Dance/Swimming/Dodge ball/Tennis/Rounder’s was over.

I usually go to the gym with two lovely friends, but unfortunately neither could attend class.  So I found myself positioned in the back row looking forward to releasing some happy hormones.  This particular night there were a lot of newbies and one girl in particular caught my eye. I love a bright pink lip as much as the next girl, but I think there is a time and a place and a sweaty body combat class is not one.  I’m lucky if I brush my hair for the gym.

Anyway I digress. The instructor Emily makes a point of demonstrating the first routine for the new comers. For once in my life, I’m in a sporty some might say even bloody athletic situation and I feel confident. I know this routine I can do this routine. So I give it my all and I mean my ALL.  I even notice the instructor glancing my way; I assume she is recognising my vast and amazing improvement and this spurs me on even more. JAB JAB KICK SQUAT you can get the picture.

At the end of a tough ten minutes we stop for a water break, I look smugly around the room. The girl with the pink lipstick looks like her face has melted. But I look and feel pretty good. GO ME.

Then I looked down and noticed that my top was back to front.

 I’m talking higher at the back and lower at the front back to front. I’m talking totally noticeable back to front.  I’m talking I want the ground to swallow me up again back to front.

I was left rather red faced and it wasn’t because of the exercise.

Note to self: People with no Grace do not get cocky in a gym class.  People with no rhythm do not mock people that they think look stupid in a gym class. Finally people with no coordination do not assume the instructor is looking at them because they are doing so well in a gym class.