Take it one step at a time
Last Tuesday was my first visit to the class. I didn’t know anyone in it, and I had no idea about what the class was like other than my previous experience with mostly non-effective P.E. courses where we warmed the bleachers for the better part of an hour. But I was warned while a handful of ladies and I waited for a cheerleading class to dismiss.
“Boy, Ms. Dorthy’s gonna work us today,” one of the women waiting on a bench said.
The rest of the crew nodded in agreement looking kind of solemn.
I thought, “Right. Like aerobics is hard.”