stellar morning.

This morning I woke up and step aerobic'd with Cher. And let me tell you, it was a real treat. Since about the last thing I want to do at 5:30 in the morning is put on my sneaks and sweat, at least I can find solace in Cher's black lace ruffled leotard and black high tops, not to mention her wise cracks: "Address your bench! 'Hello bench!'" (What?) and "...like I curtsied for the Queen? I did meet the Queen, you know. Yeah she was wearing a great outfit... great jewels." I loooove that she had to announce to her fitness class/video that she met the Queen.

Anyway, as I was aerobic-ing, I vowed to myself never to let anyone actually see me doing it because there's no way I look even remotely normal/sexy/coordinated/athletic and I'm really not interested in sharing that aspect of my life with anyone other than Cher. Case in point: I was stretching my calves like the sporty ladies on the vid do and somehow managed to almost tumble backwards as the step fell off its supports. Awesome. I mean, I love watching/hearing about other people doing things like trip on a non-existant crack in the sidewalk, run into glass doors, lose their footing on a treadmill, fall out of a chair (all of these have happened to me...) or hit themselves in the face with their own rifle... but when it actually happens to you, it feels like the world might end. The good news is, even if you're not able to laugh at yourself, at least someone else can get a little giggle in at your expense. It's a small sacrifice for a greater cause, people.