I had to leave early last night due to a friend leaving town. Since we are on an island a lot of folks take the long ferry ride back to the main land to continue their journeys. Because the loading process is so cumbersome the time to say good bye can take a few hours. If someone has some problems with saying goodbye the stretch of time can be anxiety provoking. Case in point – last night our friend sprinted out the bar a full ten minutes before she had too. Not good at good byes.
Class on the other hand was a lot of fun, but I was panting. My glorious return to the gym has not occurred yet so I’m not getting any aerobic work in. I had a cholesterol test the other day that confirmed my last couple of months of inactivity. At least I’m under 200, but my ratio is just horrible. I can’t wait to see Dr. Sausage-Fingers this year.
The big highlight is that we’ve switched to evening hours and the kids class has restarted. Since I’m still shy of being involved with all those kids I go in a bit late to help out. This just means wondering the rows of children straightening shoulders and feet while Teacher explains and leads. When I showed up on Tuesday there was 28 children! That means that there is literally no room to move. Teacher was just down to punches and stances and absolutely no kicking. Crazy. By Thursday the class had reduced to 22 which mean they could move forward and back three steps. For the first time in 12 years he’s actually telling folks he doesn’t have room. They are actually going to have to call in a month to see if there is space.
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