Nothing to do with Cooking: Part I
Today I looked at the Y schedule of classes and it said 9:15 "Weight Lifting w/Margie." I thought, "Okay. I can do that. I'll just wear what I have on."
So I get there and it is not Weight Lifting With Margie. It is Step-Aerobics/Interval Training w/ Renee."
This happens to me all the time! I don't mind that they substitute instructors, but I do mind greatly that they then change the entire format of the class.
I can lift, I can step, I can roll like a ball if they want me to--the problem is not bodily movement, per se, but rather the bodily movement of certain parts of me. If I expect one type of excercise only to be confronted by an unexpected type once I get there, I am invariably stranded wearing the wrong bra.
The wrong bra. I know. I know there are greater problems in the world--and I can suffer through a little jiggling now and then, but when this happens repeatedly, I just get irked by the lack of professionalism and wish they'd just stick to the schedule. Is that too much to ask?
You may ask why I don't just run around in the super-de-duper, bind 'em down bra all the time and make my motto "Always Prepared". The short answer is because then my motto would also be "Always Damned Uncomfortable".
Resolution: 1) To write a nice letter of complaint to the establishment 2) To stuff a sports bra into my purse.
1:43:39 PM 
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