
Today, Steve and I were watching one of our TiVo'd episodes of Dr. Phil, which was about having someone last a day in someone else's shoes. One of the guests was a girl who is in marching band. Her godfather always teases her that marching band is for girls, wusses, and geeks. So she had him go out there to see that it isn't as easy as it looks. The whole time we were watching it, Steve was making total asshole comments about how people in marching band are lame, stupid stuff just to piss me off. He was a jock in high school, but he didn't played soccer and tennis, which were not the popular sports. It just makes me so mad that he makes such mean comments, when he knows that I had so much fun in marching band. He thinks it's so easy, he can kiss my ass. And he can make his own damn dinner tonight too.
Marching band, while not the pinnacle of athleticism, will still give you a workout. You have to remember your music, have tons of air to play the instrument, all the while marching around a football field, and having to remember which direction you're going, which foot you're supposed to be marching on, and having the upper body strength to keep your instrument completely parallel to the ground. Clarinet players had the easiest time, because our instruments pointed towards the ground. I also played French horn, and it becomes very difficult to keep your instruments straight.