It's not unusual

With the cooler weather it seems harder and harder to get up in the morning.  This morning I just could not make it out the door for the early morning class at the gym.  Yoga's not really an option, my balance is not the best and I could take out an entire class with one trip.  Spin class? Yeah I'm so not ready for that kind of punishment.  Zumba?  Hmm Zumba.  I heard about this.  Housewives go to Zumba.  This I can handle!

So I get to the class and the music starts and I realize something quite quickly.

This is what I thought class would be for me being Spanish and all

Sadly it turns out I was a bit more like this

Once I got past the sad sad realization that being Spanish does not translate into being a great Latin dancer I got back to the business of the class.  The instructor is an insanely upbeat woman who bounces around the entire room and class like she's having the time of her life.  Don't you hate people who are having a good time while you are wondering what the hell you got yourself into?  

And then there she is in the front row. That one girl whos presence is both annoying and well annoying.  She is a size zero, she can dance and she can work out with her long flowing hair looking perfect.  I'll admit it, I'm not very evolved when I am sweating and in pain.  I wanted to trip her and her perfect moves.  I was mesmerized by the fact that this girl's hair never moved and she didn't sweat.   I have decided she is some sort of alien life form, it makes me feel better about myself.

The hour class went by quite fast.  Once you realize that everyone else dances like Carlton on the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air its actually kind of fun. 

I may just swap this out with the boot class Body Works class.

Anchor's Away

We have a new patient at the Riverhead Foundation.  He is a 25lb loggerhead turtle we got from Canarsie of all places.  Loggerhead turtles grow to be about 3 feet long and 250lbs and are considered an endagered species.

Poor Anchor managed to eat some food that was attached to a fishing pole and the hook got stuck in his throat.

Turtle phots and xrays are from the Riverhead Foundation's Facebook page

The hook has since been removed but he's not quite ready to eat on his own.  He's being tube fed a lovely slurry of herring.   If you've never seen a fish slurry it looks and smells something like this.....

Today I helped assist his feeds.  Basically that means my job is to hold him and keep him from whacking us to death with his flippers.  Lunch went rather well.  He was very cranky about being out of the water and held but he kept his lunch down.  Sadly it seems Anchor couldn't wait to pee till I put him back in the tank.  This makes it officially 3 sea turtle species that have peed on me.  I am starting to feel like a seasoned pro.



Second feed went a little differently.  First of all he spit back up some of his dinner.  On my shirt.  Then he pooped.  On my shirt.  Really dude?   I think he snickered at me when I put him back in his tank. 

Gymtastic

So I joined a gym.  The local LA Fitness to be exact.  I like this gym, its realistic.  There are people of all ages, colors, sizes and athletic abilities.  Its a pretty friendly place and I feel comfortable working out there.

To make it that much more fun I have a personal trainer there two days a week.  His name is Robin and I think he was raised by satanic wolves.  I started out just seeing Robin and attending Aqua Fit classes.  But now, after much prodding and suggesting, I have spread my wings to include other classes and activities.  Here is how my week falls out now:

Monday - Aqua Fit. 
Tuesday - Trainer
Wednesday - Body Works
Thursday - Aqua Fit
Friday - Trainer
Saturday - Step Class
Sunday - Gym day off

I am starting to get used to the feeling that everything friggin hurts.  I also apparently have zero flexibility in my handstrings and my shoulders.

I am heading into week two of my new schedule tomorrow.  Wish me luck.