Yes, you read that title right. I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I did indeed take an aerobics class with Ally. Actually, I’ll admit that it is the second time I’ve taken a class with her at the gym. They were two different classes, and I must admit that the latest class was one of the best workouts I’ve had (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is also up there but I had to quit after I got fired from my job).
The first one that I took with Ally was a Dance themed class about three months ago. I know that sounds bad BUT, in reality, I was just being a good boyfriend. She had been hounding me to take this class with her for months. We took the class and it was not pleasant….for me at least. But Greg, weren’t you surrounded by a bevy of beautiful, fit ladies? Why yes I was and my girlfriend was one of them so this point was moot. Ok, fine, I’m sure the workout was fairly intense with all the plie-ing and arabesque-ing, right? Um, not quite. I’m sorry to say that it was a waste of a gym night. Ally even admitted that it was a sorry excuse for a class.
Needless to say, I didn’t take the dance class again. Actually I had no intention of ever entering a “aerobics studio” ever again. Turns out that I’m a huge sucker.
Ally used to take KOGA classes when she still lived on the Island several years ago. Somehow, she rediscovered this Kickboxing slash Yoga workout in Astoria Park this past Summer and hasn’t shut up about it since. Tune in to the Dr. Oz show this Tuesday at 3pm and you’ll see a segment on KOGA. There will also be a piece in next month’s Self Magazine, so this thing is for real.
Well, this past Saturday, she finally convinced me to take a class at a local gym. I went thinking that it would be a cake walk. I WAS DEAD WRONG! I’m pretty sure that the only reason I can type this is because my fingers are the only things that can move right now. I’m sore in places that I didn’t think you could be sore. Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m not talking about THERE. Did you know that your esophagus could be sore without being sick?
Seriously, I hurt badly right now but I’m happy about it. It’s always a good pain when you know you worked your ass off the day before. And I would go back again and again and again regardless of the fact that the only other Y chromosome in the room belonged to the instructor. John Koga’s passionate if cheesy instruction (think Billy Blanks if he was from Long Island) motivated me to the brink of exhaustion, but I didn’t quit, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I got home, drank a protein shake and swallowed four spirolina pills (yes I’m still taking them…update later).
So fellas, if your girl is trying to convince you to join her at a class at the gym, don’t scoff at the idea so quickly. Give it a chance because you never know how hard it may be. I took the chance and had a lot of fun and had a great workout.