I went to Bosu class tonight at the gym with one of my fellow interns. It was like step class only conducted on a round squishy thing like a big bag full of jello except you have to balance on it and jump around on it and whatnot. When I wasn't busy breaking my ankles and knees and messing up the choreography I was getting "encouraged" by the instructor.
"THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S OK TO STOP FOR A MINUTE AND CATCH UP! JUST KEEP TRYING! YOU'LL GET IT! DON'T WORRY YOU'RE DOING GREAT! TAKE A BREAK IF YOU NEED ONE! HAVE SOME WATER! SIT DOWN IF YOU NEED TO! LEAVE THE ROOM AND CALL AN AMBULANCE IF YOU CAN'T START YOUR HEART AGAIN SOON! OOOOH THAT'S GOTTA HURT! I DIDN'T KNOW ANKLES BENT THAT WAY!"
I don't think I'm going back. I'll stick to the elliptical and the treadmill and the occassional spinning class...at least I won't break a leg trying to jump up and down on a gelatinous convex disk'o'death.