But since I had walked into that class this morning, there was no way I was walking out. I tried so hard have an open mind and all was well until I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. In my mind I was throwing crushing punches and kicks but the reflection showed a flailing, gangly, pasty red head who looked more akin to Gumby than Sylvester Stallone. This realization struck me as incredibly funny and I lost it and started giggling uncontrollably. (This video is a pretty close replica.)
What has age done to me? Has it afforded me a more honest view of myself or have I just turned to mush after have four kids and eating all their Halloween, Valentines, Christmas and Easter candy all year long?
Please don't tell me you don't know who Gumby is... Just look at him. He was simply NOT made for rhythmic fighting exercise. Neither was I, Gumby, neither was I.