I hit the gym last night for our bimonthly “Girls Night Out” class, which I’ve been going to for a while now.
Essentially, it’s a cardio strip tease class. Except in my case it’s less sexy and more “fall on your ass”.
My workout buddy Mae* is the one who first convinced me to take the class. I showed up the first night, did the thing, humped the floor (as you do when doing a strip tease), & had some fun. So I went back. And I keep going back as long as I don’t have plans on the Friday night it’s scheduled on.
The thing is that you have to get down on the floor to be all sexy** rolling around on it. This requires a level of skill I have not yet achieved. I don’t straight up fall onto the floor, but I might as well. And getting up? There is nothing I’m going to do to make that look like I’m seducing someone. Especially with the huffing and puffing once I get off the floor. Whew.
The routine for this month had two different “get on the floor” segments. So that’s twice in one routine that we had to get down & back up. Down and up. Repeat 20 times. Oh, ow, my knees. They hurt. I have bruises on them. Bruises that will go away just in time for me to take the class again in 2 weeks.
I think I need to score some knee pads if I’m going to keep doing this. Sexy sexy, indeed.
*Who, by the way, looks fantastic. I told her last night that I almost didn’t recognize her coming back into the class room because she’s getting so skinny. AND IT’S TRUE.
**When I say “sexy” as it applies to me in this class, remember the part about falling on my ass. And being uncoordinated. And that I can’t seem to do things with my hands and feet at the same time.