15 January 2003
So, I've apparently lost some marbles along the way, and as a result, I joined my local gym.
Since my induction on Friday, I've been at the gym once a day, every day, except for yesterday (where the post-shittiest-day-ever-at-work drink made me think it might not be such a smart idea to go on a treadmill), and tonight, I decided to join in a pilates class.
There weren't many of us in the class, maybe ten in total, and I was moderately surprised to see a man in the class, but he seemed to have been doing it for a while, and know what he was doing.
It was quite a nice class actually, not at all like other exercise classes I've been to in the past (stop sniggering at the back there). There was nice, relaxing music, and lots of stretching. Lots of breathing and holding in of the stomach.
Memo to self: don't eat dinner right before going to pilates class - holding in of stomach on full stomach isn't fun.
I'm guessing that the guy in our class had eaten before class to, because as we shifted into a curved shape for a moment where we were to rock back and forth on our spines, as he leant back and curled himself in to rock backwards he let out a loud fart. A real rip-snorter.
The teacher, to her credit, only paused for a split second, and I, although I don't know how, managed to keep a straight face, and the class went on as if nothing had happened - except for the poor guy, who looked utterly mortified.
Tee hee. Why are bodily functions still so amusing?
Anyway I shouldn't laugh, having not been near a gym since November. I'm dreading going back!
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