I really did excel myself in my class this morning. I was dead on time to teach my deep stretching class at a VPC (Very Posh Club). Typically, for the first time I had ten people waiting for me (instead of two) as I rushed in with my enormous bag of wares – full of bands and spiky balls and all manner of torture equipment. I was wearing a hideous waterproof jacket I’d found in my daughter’s cupboard on top of long sleeved top that I had planned to remove because I was also wearing marginally see through leggings – so the plan was to tie the long sleeved top around my waist to cover up large arse and small pants.
However, as I started to remove my shoes and strip off in front of the class I realised the zip was stuck somewhere near my neck – attached to the scarf I had wrapped around myself against the revolting weather. So. I had to teach half of my class pretending that what I was wearing was the height of fashion and quite normal for an instructor whilst surreptitiously trying to untangle myself. Really not a good look when everyone else in the class was gorgeous and wearing all the latest in gym style fashion.
This unattractive look was compounded by a new and not very attractive hair style – I would say the overall impression was more Myra Hindley, than Jane Fonda, so very disappointing.
