I signed up for "Basic Aerobics" at the gym and had my first class on Monday night. My second class is tonight. I was a bit nervous about this commitment because I had to sign up for the class and pay a little extra, so this isn't something to fool around with. I need to be strict with myself, so I thought if I committed myself to it, I would do it. Plus, I was looking for a good aerobic work out. The class was full of women and two men. I think it is funny to watch guys do aerobics. Is that bad? Everyone knows it has some comical appeal. I overheard that one of the guys just had heart surgery (or was it knee surgery? ah...) and he was in the class. That made me feel like my accomplishment wasn't that great after the class. I didn't just come out of surgery, but I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of myself. The class was tough, I was sweaty, and felt like I had a good work out. Honestly, I started looking at the clock 15 minutes into the work out. I couldn't believe only 15 minutes had passed, but I made it through the whole thing. Due to my competitive spirit, I even jumped on the bike for a couple miles post-class. I get excited to track my work out for my work competition, but aerobics doesn't look good on paper. I only got 3 miles for my sweat-inducing, tiring, action-packed work out and it ticked me off a little, so that is why I hopped on the bike to rack up some miles. The only downfall to the class was that this woman was all up in my mirror space. It kind of forced me to move closer to one of the guy's space and I felt bad about that, so I just squeezed between the mirror hog and the dude. Hopefully that mirror situation will improve tonight. My aerobics instructor said we will build upon our work out routine, so I hope I remember everything from last week.