You Want Me To Do What?

You know you're seriously out of shape, when a pregnant woman moves better than you do. I recently joined a gym, and last night I decided to take advantage of one of the many opportunities that exist at this gym--aerobics. I thought it would be good exercise, fun even. Then I met the teacher, the typical aerobics instructor--bright and bubbly. She was short, with blond hair, and just happened to be five months pregnant and as big as a house. I really wasn't sure how this was going to work, but I thought I'd stick it out just for the heck of it. There was no warm up, no introduction to the steps, just a get down to it and go attitude. I'm not the most coordinated of people, so this was a bit of a problem for me, but I managed. Five minutes into the routine, I was gasping for air, and this petite woman carrying an extra 30 lbs. on the front of her was just perking right along...she hadn't even broken a sweat yet. A half an hour later (thank God this was a short class) I was dead tired and ready for a nap, while this very pregnant instructor was gearing up for teaching another class. Kudos to her, but clearly, I have a lot more work ahead of me than I thought!