I have already participated etc. in my now nearly 10-year gym and aerobics career much trends, hypes or at least tested: Body Combat, where a clad in camouflage clothes Drill Instructors with black stripes on the face and whistle roar face what you had for a wimp (since I left after 10 minutes, because I do not let myself yell and I but did not want to laugh) Kick Power, Tae-Bo or how that always is, Chiball where you V. A. with fragrant sticky flaccid colorful balls revolves around its own center, Pilates (laaaaaaaaangweilig) Yoga (especially Power Yoga: always happy) I am but then again landed in the classics: aerobics, step-, dance, Latin (although the Pretty those nonexistent in his breasts may shake much better than me) -hour course and all variants of BauchBeinePo, body toning , Bodyforming etc. Music Technically, I’m actually quite little picky. I had the craziest “Ariba Ariba” sound and also to a pounding techno beat a lot of fun at such times (yes, this is in Switzerland scheints still in). Now since one week Member I’m in our village Studio.
First I was there in an hour for testing Step: wonderful. On Tuesday it spent an hour bodytoning: wonderful (Music: Techno remix of Avril Lavigne, but I’m frugal). Something like today but I have not yet experienced: Bodyforming. The Instructorin looked as if it had at that time invented by Jane Fonda aerobics: Big Hair, dyed black, mullet, steeled body, leathery skin Solarium, insanely good mood, which was shown constantly by bloodcurdling “Yihaaaaa” -Schreie. The music, however, was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. I would say the type dodgems PA on the Village Fair. But loud. Really loud. CORRECT LOUD ! ! ! I knew not to some extent all of the songs, but had the feeling that there is a medley of all old Mitgröhlhits ( “Gimme Hope, Joanna”, where I have always “Gimme up, Joanna” understood) and the lowest drawer to Skihüttenhits the last 20 years ( Little Q. has died laughing and then enthusiastically sang along when I intoned the pretty ones on the phone the “Maja hiiiiii, maja hoooooo, maja uh-huuu” from “Dragostea din tei”.
) Such music I bear only very rarely. Actually only . . . Students celebrate with a lot of alcohol and late at night. Since I gröhle then also and dance from me on the table. But not at nine o’clock in the morning if I did not have the necessary level logically, but to balance heavy iron bars on my hipbone. Other things were there did not seem so significant, as the lack of instructions and corrections (she was busy with yihaa and sing along the entire Romanian text, part one would in the volume, anyway), the coating (for me is a decisive quality feature for each event the observance of the specified time frame) etc. However, Little Q. persevered quite well behaved in childcare without a peep and did not want to go. After all, something positive. I still ringing ears.