This past week, I decided to launch a preemptive strike against the dreaded Three B's of Germany: Beer, Bread, and Butter (read my friend Meredith's hilarious blog post about them here). Together with my friends Sabine and Gwen, we made up our minds to take advantage of a few of the fitness classes offered by the university's sport program. Monday night was "Tai Do"--an extremely challenging but very fun combination of aerobics, dance, and kickboxing. That's definitely going to become a weekly thing.

Tonight, however, was a class of a whole different breed. The title ("High Energy Freestyle Aerobics") as well as the online description made it sound quite similar to the Tai Do class, so we decided to check it out. Words cannot even begin to describe the hour and a half experience that followed.

First, picture Voldemort from the Harry Potter film series. In case you need a refresher:

That is the instructor. The moves that this guy was doing . . . I really have no way of describing them or doing them justice. Suffice it to say that none of us could keep a straight face for more than three minutes during the class. At one point, as I was attempting to balance on one hand and one leg, bringing my right shoulder down to touch the floor, I managed to fall over three times in a row. Three times, people. Not to mention that I was in the middle of the room (full of about 100 people), directly across from the instructor, and causing a minor disruption by making Gwen and Sabine laugh so hard that they, too, fell over. Then I snorted. And things just went downhill from there.

To paint this picture for you as completely as possible, I'd like to end with a snippet of the eclectic musical selection Lord Voldemort was having us dance like maniacs to: