Am I Really Uncoordinated?

I was at New York Sports Club in Long Beach, NY this morning training with Dom and I bumped into my friend, Holly.  She was lifting weights on one bench and I was lifting weights on the other bench.

She laughed and said, “you’re like me… a real girl!  We are so uncoordinated.”

As I was stepping up onto the bench, I started to laugh too.

“I’m uncoordinated but I’m athletic,” she told me. “I’m a runner and do half marathons.”

Later, I asked Dom what constitutes an athlete. “Someone who has good eye hand coordination and is good at a lot of different sports,” he said. “Paul (the head trainer) is an athlete.”

We continued the workout and didn’t really talk.  I could hardly breathe during a workout, no less chat!

Almost at the end of the workout, Dom brought over a large ball (the one you typically do situps with) and told me to put them between my legs and do “reverse crunches.”

I gave him a look.  “I really don’t think that is possible,” I told him.  He gave me a look back suggesting to me that it was.

I tried it.  I felt a little awkward with the ball being so big between my legs but I did it any way.  I started counting in my head, “one, two, three, four…” when all of a sudden, the ball gets loose from my legs, hits me in the face and rolls to the other side of the gym.

Now if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I told him that that couldn’t happen again if I tried.

I put the ball back between my legs and started to do reverse crunches — “one, two, three….” The ball got loose again but this time hit me hard on my cheekbone and rolled away.

“Okay, that’s it,” Dom said and the workout was finished.

I couldn’t stop laughing.  I was so embarrassed.  I signed out of the gym and walked to my car.  As I was walking I kept thinking about what Holly said.  I don’t know if all girls are uncoordinated but I know this girl is!