When Even One Hour Isn't Enough

First, let me say this is not meant to be a criticism, just an observation. FYI's pump class started punctually yesterday, as he dispensed the pointers for first timers just prior to the start of the class. However, he ended an hour later, having finished all 9 tracks...it was a good class, except I feel he could errr..... abridge the lengthy commentaries in between tracks. Assuming each commentary is one minute, that alone would take up 9 minutes...I guess he was erring on the side of caution, as there was a newcomer, and kudos for that, but I think the explanations can be sped up abit.

I really enjoy the monday evening class, because it's not overly crowded, though the numbers are steadily increasing, and FYI's enthusiasm and gung ho-ness is much appreciated. Also, the people are all familiar, so you have that feeling of being in your own classroom in school. That familiar, content feeling........oh well, maybe its an exaggeration, but you get my drift.

I have been exceedingly slack with body step all of last week, attending ZERO number of classes. Skipped last thursday lunchtime class with FSI, coz leg was injured, meant to try out the class in Subang Jaya on Saturday, before a wedding in Holiday Villa, but didn't get around to doing that, and, was soooo tired on Sunday, had to skip 2nd FSI's class in MJH as well. Now I am almost afraid to return to the step board.... as even a week hiatus makes it exhausting.

Instead of sunday step, went for the evening hill walk in the Bukit Kiara trail. I love that trail. It's amazing to see this family of chickens, literally, father, mother and 3 chicks, trotting along the trail. The father is this really proud looking rooster, and has a brilliant sheen, not seen in reared chickens.

Leg is still acting up abit. Specifically, the right calf.