Tonight was my 2nd Zumba class and ooooh boy. Truth is, it went a little easier than last time, but if I’ve shaved any years off, I’m probably only down to 101 now. The full length of the big wall we face is entirely mirror, and that is so not a good thing. It is strange and depressing to see my out-of-shape middle-aged self gasping back at me all red-faced and awkward. (And what the hell’s happened to my excellent sense of rhythm?) It probably would have helped if my damned sports bra wasn’t chafing my armpits. (I hate when that happens). At any rate, it’s a feeling of accomplishment once the cool-down starts (I covet the cool-down!) And now? Well, my back aches. So does my butt. (The butt aching is good, but I’m not real jazzed about my aching back).
Overall it hasn’t been such a good day. One of my favorite authors died; Robert B. Parker, who wrote the Spenser series (mysteries with a ‘tude). I’m sure going to miss those characters! Apparently he died while in the midst of writing, which is fitting, I suppose. But never again to read a new book about Spenser and Hawk and Susan and all that hysterical and snarky dialogue? Oh, it’s sad. And I’m also sad about Massachusetts electing a teabagging centerfold to replace Ted Kennedy! Like my friend Karen over at Verbatim (who lives near Boston) said, “I hope there’s no afterlife so Teddy doesn’t have to know this happened.” I worry about our chances now of bringing down the healthcare costs and cleaning up the excessive self-serving ploys of health insurance companies.
And then there’s Haiti. *Sigh*
