I did get to the gym last night, but, aside from a couple of achy triceps and a sore tummy, I did pretty well. No tales of tying ("tying?" ...why does that word look so weird to me?) myself to one of the ping-pong players with my jump rope because I was backing up little by little with each jump and ran into him at the same time the rope was behind us both; no tales of having to be extricated from the tummy machine (the one that reminds me of that roller coaster bar thingy that you pull down from over your head on rides like the Iron Wolf!) with the jaws of life; not even an incident involving my falling off the balance ball and shooting it into the step class.
I'll try to do worse next time!