Day twenty two, and I’m running out of titles, can’t you tell

New circuit class last night. I dunno, I don’t think it’s that hard. When the dude calls time, move one station to the right, next time he calls time, go into the middle, next time one station to the right, into the middle, one station to the right. And so on.

I can confidently say that in a class of maybe thirty, I was the only one who went station to station without skipping any, without choosing randomly.

I suspect, right now, somewhere in Abu Dhabi, there’s a woman thinking to herself, ‘Sheesh, does she need to be so grumpy…what does it matter if people go to the wrong station. So what if I did two rounds of lateral lifts and none of tricep dips…she needs to get a life…’

Well, no. I’m from Adelaide, when things do not proceed in an orderly fashion, my world, she falls apart. I like to live my life, station by station, waiting for the dude to call time.

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  1. Arrrgh, I’d spend the entire time worrying what I would do if I arrived at my correct station and someone else did at the same time because they skipped theirs and oh it’s just too much. Anyway, yay you for going to the gym.

    1. yes, well, it used to worry me too, but now I just do a grumpy face…and then regret it, because what if I bump into them at the shops later on?

  2. In Mauritania, the women in aerobics class used to just move randomly throughout the room, bumping into people, half-heartedly going through the motions! Half the time it was funny and the other half it drove me INSANE! So I feel your pain 😉

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