Losing My Wits At Opportune Moment

Yesterday, in the male locker room, after body step, I bumped into an acquaintance, a rather portly fellow, if I may say so myself, and certainly of girth larger than mine, though I am more vertically challenged. We exchanged cursory pleasantries, and both mutually agreed that it was a chore to drag our lazy butts to the gym on Sunday afternoons. As I had just finished step, I looked like a good quality chocolate cake, moist, and full of fat. Then it hit me like an oncoming train. The portly chap remarked, "wah, you work very hard hor. how come still never lose weight? (this was said in cantonese, which makes it a real 10 on the Bitchter Scale)". While the truth may hurt, I certainly didnt see this one coming, and after mumbling a lame, "yalor", I later kicked myself for not giving a good retort like, "aiyo, if I didn't exercise, I'd be your size lar". Drat!!!

Missed Friday pump, because was swamped with cake orders for saturday morning, and one for that Friday evening as well.

Saturday combat - now, I have to say I genuinely enjoy this class, because it's like going to a concert. It has all the elements. A diva on stage, (this is meant to be a compliment), energy from the crowd, entertainment, sweaty bodies, and a general feeling of satisfaction after. Perhaps not as much sense of achievement as after an RPM class, but definitely, satisfaction. Leon had already stated in a comment on another post that he is going to endeavour to make the class laugh out loud. With his facial expression, I honestly had to avoid his gaze more than a few times, and bite my lip, to avoid myself from guffawing and braying like a donkey on heat. He did his trademark evil laugh track, (can't for my life remember what its called), and later on remarked that his evil laugh and kata were out of timing..... nyeeahahahahha.

Oh oh oh, and also, he made an attempt to wrest the title of FEARSOME SQUAT INSTRUCTOR from FSI. In track 6, he announced that there were gonna be a lot of squats, etc etc.....but by the end of it, he himself conceded that it was an anticlimax. Attempt no 2 came at the cooldown, which is FCI's trademark, "Not gonna get us". Yar, that has to be the longest conditioning track, it seems to never end. But in conclusion, the Fearsome Squat Instructor Tiara is firmly lodged upon the head of FSI, for now.

Finally made the acquaintance of Sunshine, who sounded surprised I knew who she was. And Sidekick was there too, on the floor with us minions. I was surprised that he also knew who I was. Or maybe because I said, Oh Hi Sidekick. But I guess there aren't many fatboys in the class. Which reminds me, I am sure I am one of the oldest, if not THE oldest, male participant in Combat.

Another side observation, I am amazed at how many men actually do Body Step. I usually go for FSI's thursday lunch time class, which is Tai Tai territory, or working girls territory, and estrogen is the order of the day. But as I peered into the studio (Curve) on Saturday, FSI's class had a good balance of estrogen and testosterone. And talking about Body Step, 2nd FSI wasn't teaching on Sunday. $&!@*($@(*!!! Some more I really wanted a nap.