Maddeningly Unhelpful Monday

Look at me posting another unhelpful Monday post. That's two in a row. It's like a miracle or something.

This post is brought to you by the Kasie Made A Fool Of Herself Again Sagas. I hope to save you from the same fate.

After a year of working out regularly, I may or may not have considered myself somewhat of an expert in working out. And I decided to start a new class, thinking I'd catch on pretty quickly. Hello. I've been working out for a whole year. I'm an expert.

The class? Kickboxing. How hard can it be?

Step one  (I learned after the fact): Always invite a friend along when starting a new class. Someone who will also be new to this class. The conversation can go something like this:
*You--Hey, friend, do you want to start a kickboxing class with me on Friday?
*Friend--Oh, sure, I've been doing that class for a few months now. I'll come with you.
*You--A few months? Never mind. I'll ask someone else.
*You--Hi, different friend. Have you been going to the gym at all in the last year?
*Different Friend--No, I haven't been to the gym in ages.
*You--Perfect. Come to this kickboxing class with me.
*Different Friend--Why? Do you want me to look like the stupid one so you don't have to?
*You--Yes, actually.
*Different Friend--Okay. Sounds fun.

See? If I had followed that advice, I wouldn't have been the *only* new one in the class.

Step two: If you didn't follow step one, that's okay. So you're the only new one in the class. Just do the following. Stand with you hands on your hips and look around when you can't keep up with the rest of the class. Don't, I repeat, do not, think you are good enough to do every single move just as fast as the class does them. This will result in tripping, and maybe falling off your step. Not that this happened to me.

Step three: After the class, run away so everyone can't tell you how entertaining you were. In fact, maybe just leave five minutes early. There's no shame in that.

You'll thank me later. :) Happy Monday, everyone.