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[shiredancer]

Am feeling *very* virtuous of late, because I am diligently... frequently... well, usually... spending my lunch hours in the nearby campus gym, doing *shudder* exercise. Yes, the dreaded, loathed, and despised EXERCISE! Because hey, you get to my age and it's a "use it or lose it" situation. So I'm doing my damnedest to use it. This means that on Mondays you will find me doing a step class. Which is kind of fun and sort of dancey, but involves mega-buckets of sweat and snorfling and tissues and hyperventilating. Good thing the music is pretty good and it's, like I said, kind of fun. Tuesdays are Evil Pump-Plus-Core days, where the instructor tortures us makes us use huge rubber balls in awkward, and not fun, ways. And handheld weights, of course. Urgh. This is the class I most tend to find an excuse to *not* go to. Wednesdays I walk with my friend -- this used to seem hard and sweaty and virtuous, but man, now it seems like a break. Thursdays are *bliss* -- my favorite! Yoga/pilates. Relaxation and deep breathing. Mmmmmmm. And Fridays -- well, I just got back from the Friday class, and it's another Pump Plus any-damn-thing-the-instructor-wants-to-throw-at-us class. Today we had to get out a step and two risers, an elastic band, a ball, and two sets of weights. That was enough exercise right there. But nooooooooo, we actually had to *do* stuff with it! Stretching and pulling and balancing, you name it. And then, the final insult -- I had to do push-ups! Me! Doing push-ups! I've never done a real, all-the-way-to-the-mat-and-back push-up in my life, even with bent knees. But since I am so gracious, I gave it my best shot. *Snort* I hope they appreciated it!

*Huffs indignantly but virtuously*