Displaced Beachbums

I always forget what a “small world” living on base can be. Not that I’m complaining. I’ve lived in big cities and very small towns, and small towns offer the comfort of people knowing and caring about us.

Last Friday, I was stopped by a mom of FG’s classmate as I was doing my usual three-times-a-week walk. Kim mentioned she saw me at the yoga class the day before and then she said I needed to come to her “Body Sculpting” class on Tuesdays at the base gym. WOW ~ that’s some kind of peer pressure.

So, I buckled under the pressure, and with my sore legs from Sunday’s hike to Haputo Beach, I went to the class this morning. OUCH. Kim is a great teacher and it’s a wonderful class for an overall body workout but, unlike yoga, I don’t have to wait until tomorrow to know if I’m going to be in pain ~ I’m already feeling the burn. My plan was to hide in the back and take it easy for the first class but Kim, who is also a personal trainor, made sure I kept up with the class.

I should be putting all my exercise activity on the RunArmy10 blog since I’m listed as a contributor, but I feel strange blogging on a runners site when the only running I do is to jog while crossing the road when a car is waiting for me.

I’m hoping to recover enough by next Tuesday to head back to the class ~ if don’t make it back, I know someone will notice my absence 😉