I tried a BOSU ball class at the YMCA last night. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I grossly underestimated how hard this class would be.
I did fine with the crunches, but soon discovered this was not the class for me. I'm not coordinated or strong enough to do push ups with my feet on this ball and then suddenly push up and take both legs off the ball. I'm having a hard time even describing the ridiculous things we were asked to do in this class.
I told Mother what we did in this class and I think she thought I was stupid for even trying it. She was quick to remind me of my alternate first name, Grace. Mom has often called me this when I do something silly like fall down stairs--something I do far too often (at my house, at the Florence Post Office...I could go on for a while, unfortunately!). Too bad Daddy wouldn't agree on this name for a baby girl--maybe I'd be more graceful if I had had been named Grace Elizabeth instead of Katherine Elizabeth?
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