Thursday, September 9, 2010


Holy wow. Gym is...a different experience.
So far I have had two gym classes. After the first, I thought "Ok, I am a little sore, but I will be fine. Even though we spent the whole 45 minutes running in the park, and stretching in between different kinds of running, I will be fine. My friends said that today was an unusual class, usually we just warm up and then play games, like volleyball. I can handle that. No problem." Ha. How wrong I was...
That was two days ago. Yesterday, I walked to school (for my three classes of the day, Wednesdays rock!) and I felt a little sore. Then I got to school. And walked to my classroom. On the third floor. All stairs. My legs felt like jelly. If that was not bad enough, I was then told that our class was on the second floor. So back down we went. Ugh. I almost died. At least I was only at school for a few hours, then I came home and lounged about all day. lovely.
You know how they say when you are sore, the second day is worse? So, very sadly, true. Made worse by the fact that I had gym first thing this morning. At least we were in the actual gym today, as it was raining. But we did more running. Then we messed around with volleyball, and I am happy to report that I did not forget all my volleyball training, so I was not the worst one. I think I was one of the better ones, but hard to say.

Oh, that is another thing about gym class. Boys and girls are seperated. So while we were running, the boys got to play soccer. And most of the girls have "conditions" that make them unable to participate in gym class. Right, I am sure they do. So, we should have about 20 or 25 girls in my class. Today, we had eight. The first day, there were four of us. It is crazy. Although I am happy to report that I do not think I have gained any weight...yet. And if gym keeps being this crazy running torture, I might actually lose weight. Which would be a plus. Because the food here is so delicious, if I did not do any kind of workout, I would come back to America weighing close to 400 pounds. At least, that is what I guesstimate it would be...hahaha.


  1. Ahhh, muscle soreness, good times. Playing volleyball is fun, though, yes? I used to play volleyball in highschool, precisely because it was the one sport that did NOT require much running because aunt gen is so old that they didn't have quality exercise bras when she was a teennager and running was toooo painful.

  2. hahahahaha. yea, i dont have the same problems with just too lazy to run! hahaha. but yes, thats why i like volleyball too.
    we werent actually playing volleyball tho, we wer just passing the ball around, like u do to warm up before a game or whatever.

  3. I'm not convinced that aunt gen is as old as gb suggests... Good Lord, hoe old would that make me? ... must be a mathemagical error.