aerobics class
A few of my female classmates insisted that I try out one of their “boot camp” classes, and although I initially showed some resistance, I finally agreed to check it out.
The trainer was a balding, beer-bellied middle-aged man in short shorts who had an undeniably queer and high-pitched voice (“Let’s go sunshine!“). He did less than a quarter of the repetitions than his students did and spent most of his energy talking a lot and loudly.
Each trainee was given a collection of items that included a BOSU ball, medicine ball, a pair of small dumbbells, and step-up thing, and a pair of small circular mats that could slide easily on the smooth wooden floor.
A set of roughly 10 exercises were repeated ad nauseum for 1 hour so that we could feel the “burn” and experience DOMS the next day.
