Turbo Kick My Rear

I decided to up the training and include a few classes each week along with the running in hopes of increasing my strength and my chances of hitting 40 by 40. So I go to this class called "Turbo Kick" in which the cute old lady in the pink shirt who had to be much older than my mother in law kicked my rear (Okay... so the picture isn't really her but she could probably do that and she just happens to be wearing pink. Maybe I should wear pink?). Apparently it helps if you know your left from your right and can move front and back while moving your arms and feet at the same time. Way too advanced for me!! Not only do I have no coordination but I am SUCH a people watcher, it's pathetic. I sat there amazed at the girl across the room who could not only do every move flawlessly as if she were actually calling out the moves but she could chew gum at the same time! Where can I get some of that kind of coordination, really? The rest of the time I kept my eye on the cute older lady in front of me trying to make sure to hide so that no one else could see me. It was useless though since I was the only one going the opposite direction of the rest of the class. So, I humiliated myself through it and ran out as fast as I could (which we all know isn't very fast!) and thought about how much I love that treadmill and am grateful for left, right, left, right, left, right....