You may recall that I recently joined a gym that I've been attending on a pay-per-visit basis for about 8 years. One of the reasons was that I wanted to break out of my unmotivating stairmaster rut and get back into aerobics.Yes, people, 'back into.' I was an aerobics instructor in college, although my workout regime has been pretty spotty since then. Sadly, I no longer have a heart like a horse but on the upside, I'm carrying around 30 fewer pounds than I was back then, so all in all it hasn't been a huge transition back to fat burning activity.
As a rule I don't like female aerobics instructors, although of course I was my own favorite instructor back in the day. Particularly not in Germany. German women tend to be a bit gamier than their American counterparts, due to more lean muscle and less sun screen. I don't mean they aren't attractive, far from it. Many of the women at my gym are drop dead gorgeous in that tan, toned, golden blonde, sky blue eyed way that well-heeled Californian housewives try to emulate.
Maybe just a tad leathery, but not in a bad way.
Then there's me. Well, you know what I look like. On a normal day, almost pretty. Although I must say that after two weeks of relentless aerobics I am starting to look almost hot, which I think trumps almost pretty. And I plan to plateau at almost hot because hot would be way too much work.
But anyway, German female aerobics instructors often have strict personalities and I don't feel like being scolded by Frau Willhemina Wunderbar while I excercise. The exception is my yoga instructor, Caroline, who talks like Kathleen Turner and always asks me in a throaty, wondering tone why I can't fold myself in half. But that's not scolding, she's just saying.
My favorite aerobics instructor is Christopher, a skinny, flamboyant young man who clearly enjoys putting the hottest women in Munich - and me - through our paces.
Of course, the best part is eating cake afterwards.
PS For those of you kind enough to send me warm fuzzies over at Working Girl I have a new post in which several celebrities make a cameo: http://ls-workgirl.blogspot.com/
XOXO
Can I cut the working out part and go straight to the cake?
ReplyDeleteGamier as in "unwholesome" or gamier as in "smells like uncooked and slightly tainted meat?"
ReplyDeleteYes, me too. F for fitness starting Monday. I have neglected it all summer long and I am starting to feel the pinch, even in my favourite and most forgiving pair of jeans.
ReplyDeleteI always have to eat something bad for me after working out.
ReplyDeleteAnd I totally picture German aerobics teachers as being manly.
Anyone ever watch In Living Color on TV YEARS ago with Jim Carey as one of the actors/comedians? He played a fitness instructor--forget the female character's name. Helga? He had two little blond ponytails and a one inch band around his chest covering his nipples? I can't write anymore because I am laughing at the memory!
ReplyDeleteYou're thirty pounds lighter than in your youth? Ugh. I'm going to go eat cake now.
ReplyDeleteLM: Well, maybe 25. And 10 of it was muscle.
ReplyDeleteI haven't joined a gym but I did get a Wii Fit, does that count?
ReplyDeleteWell... sort of: http://honeypiehorse.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii-are-not-amused.html
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