Now, I feel a bit guilty. My last post on joining an exercise class was not written with a positive attitude and that’s not staying true to my aim of jotting down happy moments in life (which I remembered was the whole point of this journal!) There were happy moments in class and one of which was I made a new friend. It was such a comfort to find another girlfriend especially when the whole class was filled with bulging-muscled males. There was also CPR and I was told gently by the instructor that I would never break someone’s ribs cos I simply did not have the strength. In fact, I was trembling due to exhaustion during the CPR and I had to use all the strength I had before the meter attached to the dummy indicated that my compression was sufficient. Barely sufficient.
Being the odd one in a class of aspiring fitness instructors was an experience. Had a good laugh at myself in class and my mom was pleased that I was CPR-certified, thinking that I could resuscitate her should she faint. Errr..