The Spirit is Willing
The music was loud, the tempo fast. “Clench those buttocks ladies” said
the Aerobics Instructress. “Come on now, clench, clench, really hard”
My friend Jean and I giggled. Jean said, “Mine won’t clench, there’s far
too much fat round them”
Bend and stretch, stretch those thighs” shouted the instructress.
“If only I could “ said Jean “I really ought to diet you know.
Still, I can’t look as bad as her, she whispered nodding her head in the direction of a very overweight lady. “Don’t criticize” I said.
Work those Pecs, hands together! Push! Push! We all want a firm bust
Don’t we? “Yes please. Mine is dropping slowly to my waist” said Jean,she was exaggerating
of course.
The fanatics amongst us were easily recognised. No basic black leotards for them.
They were kitted out in designer Body wear, with toning tights, and matching head bands.
“Show offs” said Jean. “Twist! Twist! Twist that waist.” was the command’
Some ladies collapsed in a heap on the floor “If your tired please rest” said the Instructress.
All the regulars including me kept going. Jean soldiered on too
“Lift those knees, higher! Higher” we were instructed.
“Oh! Christ! said Jean, I’ve got a stitch”
“Have a rest , it will soon were off”
“It’s all right for you .your as fit as a fiddle” she replied, glaring at me.
I carried on and ignored her.
The Class was winding down thankfully.
“Relax. Let everything go all your tensions are slowly disappearing” The voice droned on
accompanied by Handel’s Water Music.
It was then I heard a loud rather unladylike snore
I looked at Jean, and se was sound asleep
Typical I thought