So yours truly joined an aerobics batch a couple of days back.
Though she has been trying her best to keep up her cheerful demeanour, she only knows the many aches that can scarcely keep from escaping her tightly pursed lips.
Muscles that she barely knew existed, are making it a point to get their hours of fame - throbbing, and getting more than their fair share of sore acknowledgement.
The feeling is akin to that of an iron camping bed, creaking at all joints – not a very happy feeling at any cost.
Thank God the batch members more than make up for the pain she is undergoing by sheer variation of their vivacity, and general camaraderie.
So when she goes One-Two-Three-Four, in tune with the pulsating music, the encouraging smiles of her fellow-sufferers is the only thing that helps her keep up with the steps, and stop her from frowning when stern instructor belts out a command to not hog the air conditioning unit.
Drat all those endless Highball glasses of Old Monk she irresponsibly consumed, thanks to which she now has to sweat it out at the gym…
No Hic Hic for her for quite some time now.
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