So I did this class last night at the gym with my husband and J. (K was still at work and couldn't make it) It was called "Body Pump" and it pumped my world alright. I'm barely able to sit in this chair today and type without being in pain. The instructor, Mindy, was all of maybe 24 years old and looked like a hot, extremly in-shape vampire from Twighlight. She wore her black hair in a high pony tail that swung back and forth as she threw herself to the ground and commenced 45 push-ups, no sweat. We all, maybe 30 in the class, followed suit as if she would bite our necks if we didn't. We combined that with crunches, lunges, and whatever else she could think of to kill us slowly--all this and we had to hold dumbells with our choice of weight. I chose 5lbs and by the end of the hour I could hardly raise it over my head any longer. When we got home my husband asked me if we can join this gym because all the classes are included.
"You want to PAY for this?!?"
"Yes. I think we need this kind of discipline if we're ever going to get into shape."
So I guess as of today, we belong to a gym. That sucks.
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