today's exercise class was one minute cardio: do something for one minute. in *theory* a good instructor makes it into an exponential workout, meaning that you do something for one minute, build onto it with something else for the next minute, go back to the first, the second, and add on a third exercise, etc. until you are doing about 8 different exercises in a row continuously. i'm not sure if i'm explaining it correctly, but a good instructor (read: NOT fifi) would do that.
fifi's idea of one minute cardio was doing jumping jacks for one minute, and then switching to a myriad of different exercises for another minute. basically all we did were jumping jacks, running on the spot, double jacks, and oh let's not forget burpees, shall we? fuck.
part way through the class she wanted us to partner up, something i absolutely loathe because it's just stupid and of course i revert to my childhood and being the last picked consistantly. and at this class it's really not much different in that i'm there solo, talking to nobody BY CHOICE, and basically keeping my head down and focussed on my form and not my neighbour. generally. (altho i have to admit that sometimes these bitches make for interesting fitness commentary afterward while i retell it to friends, but whatever).
so while we were partnered up a song came on that had dubbed in voices from speak n spell. it was going on in sentences saying something about "getting my satisfaction" and saying "satisfaction" over and over again. i fucking thought it was hilarious. and what was more hilarious was that nobody else budged when this song came on. they just lamely did their thing, so i turned to one of the older girls in the group and said "isnt this speak n spell" and she laughed and said "yes", but i am not too sure she really understood what i was saying.
aaaaah speak n spell...reminds me of the good old days of merlin and simon. remember those?
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