Can't... move... body... need... help!

Like the colors of this sea enemy, my body feels like it should be different shades of green and blue - as in painful colors. A couple of days ago, I took a step class which was taught by a little fitness dynamo, who I do believe is involved in some sort of cruel and unusual punishment cult. My first clue that this class was going to hurt should have been her body size. She was just a little drink of water, but packed with muscle. The law of proportions, or aerodynamics, or some sort of law, must exist in order to prove that my instructor's body type has super human powers that can propel her through the air at amazing speeds. Superwoman, as I like to call her, had us squatting, curling, jumping, flexing, propelling, running, grunting far too much for me to handle. To make things worse, a lady in front of me, who was probably about 10 years older than me, was keeping up with the class like it was no problem at all. After completing each advanced step combo, the lady in front of me would look at me with a smirk on her face. I'm not sure if it was my imagination but I think she was "calling me out." She could have been laughing at me, or with me, however I wasn't laughing, so she must have been laughing at me. Aren't those people supposed to be in the front of the class anyways? Well...I'll keep going and eventually I'll get strong enough to have a step off with the lady ;)

Jamie