So I told you I’ve been going to a few aerobics classes lately. So far, I’ve been limiting myself to pump and step which I vaguely understand because they were doing them back in the nineties, the last time I was engaged in any form of regular exercise (in truth, I’m not even sure that they’re called ‘aerobics’ these days).
I was intrigued by the other classes on the list – bodyjam, bodycombat and so on – but you know, I don’t really want to fight my body I just want it to be a bit more fit than it has been.
But then, Zoe tweeted the other day that she had been to bodycombat and I thought ‘hmmm’ and then I thought ‘even though I’ve never actually met her, she’s the type of person whose company I enjoy and she’s got a sensible head on her shoulders, maybe I could give it a try.’
So I did.
Be sure to ‘keyah!’ Zoe advised.
So I did.
And now I’m thinking, maybe I should write a few stunts into my show. So, dear brain, there’s something to ponder while I sleep: in what kind of combat would a vegetarian librarian be involved?
adelaide from adelaide 
I started trying to go to the gym last year. I didn’t last, not because of the exercise itself you understand, I was kinda looking forward to that bit, but because I can’t deal with the icky aesthetic of the gym. It smells, and the equipment is all ugly and grey. I thought it might be different from other gyms because it was the Beaurepaire at Melbourne Uni and the building is quite cool on the outside, but sadly the inside is still a gym.
Maybe if there was a very very large chandelier to distract me I could try again.
A vegetarian librarian sounds pretty kick-arse to me, I must say. To my mind a vegetarian librarian could vanquish anything, using a variety of martial arts combined with the occasional stern look followed by bouts of research enthusiasm. I suspect I have been very lucky in my vegetarian-librarian acquaintances, though. Some of them also play the bagpipes and make tapestries. And now I’ll be having the noble librarian song stuck in my head all day.
If a meat-eating book thief was to come to the library?
I’ve done Bodycombat and although it made me laugh and was excellent for arm muscle development, it always made me vaguely uneasy. Whether this was because I knew my punch throwing looked woosy or because my gentle nature couldn’t quite cope with the aggro, I’m never quite sure.
You might like BodyBalance. It’s the only one of the ‘bodies’ I can bear. (Mixture of yoga, tai chi and pilates, with a nice lie down at the end).
Oh and I just wet myself reading the Pride & Twitterverse someone linked to in your previous post’s comments.
Zucchini Nunchucks.
that is genius
‘If a meat-eating book thief was to come to the library?’
Or someone talking loudly on his mobile with one hand and eating a ham sandwich with the other.
Bartitsu.
I’m with Kate. I can’t stand the smell of gyms.
That said, I used to love kungfu. For some reason the smell made sense in the dojo.
Yeah, well I don’t go for the smell either, ladies. I go for the wishing to remain fitting in my pants.
I think a fightin’ vegetarian librarian would be doing a lot of “hummous!” on the exhales.
Not just the smell, Zoe, it’s the look and sound too. The place is ugly, and I can’t deal with too much ugly. The wishing to remain fitting in my pants and, more to the point, the wishing to not get worn out by a regular day of activity weren’t enough to get me back for a second visit. I bought new pants.
yep, you need you a chandelier, Kate (tho chandeliers do seem to come with botox and alarmlingly large spaces between grown women’s thighs, sort of like Victoria Principal’s used to be – and probably still are, I don’t know haven’t seen much of her since Dallas)
Cabbage kicks
Maybe you should ask the Vegetarian Librarian?
http://www.myspace.com/thevegetarianlibrarian