Work THIS Out! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Another great NY experience has come and gone. I was such a good girl this time. I just love the city and all it has to offer. Even good girl stuff is fun there. Even if it’s raining most of the time.

I only had one meeting on Monday, and had already decided that I wanted at least one good workout in on this trip. I’d already looked at the Gold’s Gym website (I’m a member), and found that there is one GG in Manhattan. And it was actually walking distance from my hotel. And there was a body conditioning class at 6:00. So I bid adieu to Jen after she and I walked from 34th and Broadway back to the hotel (she had a date…I wasn’t jealous at all. Nope.), put on my workout garb, and speedwalked up to 54th between 7th and 8th Aves. Great little jaunt. And I made it just in time for the class.

Once inside Studio 2, I noticed that all these benches and weights and mats, etc. were already set up. I was confused about what to do, so I asked a girl who was sitting on a bench if I should just pick a spot. She glared at me and said, “NO! You need to set up your own station!” as if I was a complete moron. So off I went. Got my mat. Got my weights. Got all situated and sat down.

The rest of the class wandered in and went to the spots that they’d already set up. Not sure what they had been doing after they’d set up. Maybe purging themselves? Just about everyone in the room looked like a Broadway dancer. The room was filled with beautiful legs and muscular arms, ripped abs, stunning faces and perky little breasts (at least my boobies fit right in!).

Then the instructor walked in. Started screaming at everyone. Oh great. And then he turned and looked at me and bellowed, “…and SHE’S in the WRONG SPOT!!! And you all LET her set up like that???!!!”

Seems that although I was on what I thought was the side of the room, it was actually the front. And the instructor’s spot. Ech. And nobody was about to tell me that. I wonder why. Was it some kind of initiation into the class? I guess I was the “new girl” in the “big city” and I suppose I had to pay my dues like everyone else, right?

Cue the red face and the racing heartbeat. Not to mention the beads of sweat already forming on my upper lip. Every eye was upon me. Some girls laughed and shook their heads. Some just rolled their eyes and sighed like I was wasting time. I wanted to slink right down to the floor and slither right out.

Clumsily, I scooched and scooted and managed to wedge myself into a tiny little spot in between two svelte, long legged, blonde beauties. One of them sneered at me!!! Bitch. The other one smiled. Not an overly friendly smile, but it was a sweet gesture nonetheless. I appreciated it so much that I decided not only to stick the class out, but to completely bust ass and show those professional dancers who’s boss.

After what felt like an eternity, I was finally in the right spot and the class started. Um. There’s definitely a reason why the women in the class were so buff and beautiful. Instead of me busting ass, the class busted mine. The moves were very intense, and the instructor was all about form. He walked around the room making sure that everyone was doing each and every move correctly. I started to think that he was going to have to be in my face the whole time.

But you know what? He wasn’t. And after I got the basics down and started to figure out what to do, I was actually not half bad! I could see the other girls struggle in the same places I did. And I actually did rock in some other places. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I’m really quite surprisingly strong, and not only could I keep up with these snobs, I ran circles around some of them!

And you know what else? After one set of particularly difficult armwork, the bitch who sneered at me earlier turned to me and gave me a commiserative half-smile! Yup.

And before I even felt worn out, we were cooling down. And outta there. And as I was leaving the studio, the instructor gave me a great big smile, a “good job”, and patted me on the back! I was practically giddy. No longer the classroom loser.

I felt so good after that class, and it was still light out. In fact, the sun was shining! I knew it was going to rain the next day, so I hoofed it up the few extra blocks to Central Park and jogged a small loop through the south side and by the softball fields before stopping to rest a bit.

Then it was another brisk 20 or so blocks back to the hotel.

And into one of the most luxurious showers I’ve ever taken. One of those glorious double-header showers. Aah. Yum. It was almost a shame that I didn’t have someone to share that great big shower with. But I suppose that if I’m going to have a dry spell such as I’m having right now, I might as well enjoy the hell out of it. And appreciate as much as I can. I definitely appreciated that shower…as often as I could on this trip.

There’s more. But I’ll have to finish later…