Step....Off!

So, imagine this...I get to step class early. I decide after speaking with the teacher not to use a step because of my major surgeries last year, she wants me to take it easy at first. (I had an incision that went from right under my boobs to my pelvic bone so I have no stomach muscles. NONE). She tells me to use my imagination. I pick a spot in the back. Class starts. Basic steps. No problem. Then we up the anti with stepping up and over and doing kicks...already sweating. I note to myself that I really like the music a lot. In my mind, I am singing along. I am essentially going to my happy place. Shit. She switches up what we are doing and I am back thrown in to trying to follow along, using my imagination. 

My motto becomes, just keep moving. I do. I move and pretend that the floor to ceiling mirrors are not there staring at me. I am reminded that I don't like to sweat. Pace is really picking up. We are flying all over the place doing the pony, the chacha, the meringue (that is a dance step and not a dessert, right?!). Um. I make the mistake of looking at the clock. ONLY 1/2 hour in. Sigh. I start thinking about how it is Tuesday and if I make it another day until Wednesday, I could quite possibly go to the bar where Danielle's bartending and have a beer...or two...which makes me think of bar food. Now I am hungry and sweating and dare I say, confused. I have not a clue what the hell we are doing on the step now...that's right, because I DON'T HAVE A STEP. I somehow, make it to the end. Great. We have to get a floor mat out and lie on it in our own pool of sweat and work on our stomach muscles...that I DON'T HAVE. I keep pulsing up but I realize that is just the sound of my heart rate pulsing in my head.  Finally. We are done. I take a deep cleansing breath in. I will be back. I will.