How I torment myself

So my mom and aunt and cousin have been going to exercise classes during the week and I thought, “Hey, you know, I’ve been slacking on exercising here at home. I should go with them. It will help motivate me to go with other people!”

I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m still sore from the hour long kickboxing class on Tuesday night. For the last few days, I’ve been groaning every time I have to bend over to pick up things. And I have to roll myself out of bed.

I did Ab Attack today with my sister and cousin, which was only half an hour. Surprisingly, my abs aren’t too sore right now, but my arms are from holding onto the exercise ball while we did crunches and twists. Also, I don’t know how that instructor thought I could hold the exercise ball behind my back while lying on my stomach and trying to do leg and torso lifts. My arms are much too short for that. We also had to lay on our backs, knees bent and holding our thighs while pressing the ball between our knees. All I could think was, “Please don’t let me squeeze too tight and send my ball flying and bonk the person in front of me in the head.” 

I’m supposed to go to Zumba tonight too. I should mention that I have zero rhythm. Hopefully I don’t trip and face plant right on the hard floor.

All this exercise should be good preparation for the zombies, right?