I was getting ready for Aerobic Dance class when a little voice reminded me of the sign I saw the last time that I was at the gym. The sign said "There will be a new class schedule as of June 1." I thought I should call the gym to make sure they hadn't gone and messed with the time of MY Class.
"Hi, this is The Greatest Aerobic Dancer your gym has ever known and I'm just calling to make sure that Aerobic Dance is still at 6:00."
As she was giving me the answer to my question, the room started to spin, I felt dizzy.
"Anna... Russia... all summer... kickboxing instead..."
The room started spinning. I felt weak and dizzy. What? Huh? After a few minutes, the reality of what she had just said started to soak in.
OH MY GOD! MY AEROBIC DANCE INSTRUCTOR WENT TO RUSSIA! FOR THE ENTIRE SUMMER! WHICH MEANS NO MORE AEROBIC DANCE CLASS!
I know you probably think I'm being overly dramatic, but people! I live for The Aerobic Dance. The Aerobic Dance Floor is the one place in my life that I completely confident. And even when I've made mistakes, (which was HARDLY EVER) there's no denying that was still pretty much the Greatest AD to have ever danced aerobicly.
And thanks to my instructor who just HAD to go "visit her son"(which, whatever lady.) THAT HAS ALL BEEN RIPPED AWAY FROM ME.
I guess deep down I always knew it wouldn't last forever, I certainly didn't expect for it to be taken away so soon, so suddenly. I'm going to need a few days to let the enormity of this continue to soak in.
Goodbye Aerobic Dance Class. How I've loved you. How I'll miss you. Oh, dear GOD IN HEAVEN, how I'll miss you. But! I will never forget you. I will always remember. ALWAYS.
Long live The Monkey!







Give kickboxing a try. You'll be kick arse at it.