I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should
go;
I will counsel you with my eye upon you.
—Psalm 32:8
Everybody else was a-steppin’ and a-kickin,’ and I was
stuck with my feet glued to the floor, my eyes glued to my aerobics instructor’s
feet. What is she doing?
For some reason, I couldn’t process it. I just couldn’t
make my feet do what hers were doing. If she moved right, I’d move left. If she
moved left, I’d move right. Why couldn’t I catch on to the routine? What is wrong with me?
Flashbacks of physical education class flooded my mind.
Voices haunted me.
“Why didn’t you hit that ball?”
“How come you didn’t catch that?”
No one ever wanted me on their team. It’s no wonder. I
am so uncoordinated.
“Kick to the back,” I heard my instructor say.
If
the step didn’t change every two seconds, maybe I’d catch on to this, I
argued, my throat tightening. I can’t cry
over this. Stop it! I berated myself. Do
what you can. Keep moving!
Thankfully, the song came to a close.