“It’s a tricep party!” is now a punch line for everything. Keely and I went to ‘boot camp’ class last night, which included 45 minutes of resistance training and 45 minutes of cardio calisthenics-type stuff. It sucked. I hate lunges and there were many many lunges. What I hate even more than lunges? Exceedingly perky boot camp class instructors.
Good god, this chick was a piece of work. Between shouting motivators such as “Hey ladies! Are we having a party or what!!? It’s a TRICEP party! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!” she would mouth the words to the Duran Duran remix tape she forced us to listen to.
Nobody should be that enthusiastic about exercise. It was NOT a party, we were NOT having fun, I DON’T want to pretend I’m making a rainbow with my arms while holding five pound weights and nobody over the age of twelve should be allowed to wear pigtails.
However, I am in an appropriate amount of pain today and I must have burned a lot of calories because I have been starving since I finished that class at 8:00 pm last night. I didn’t even cave and eat junk food either! Do you hear that Ms. Donuts for Lunch? And since Ms. Donuts for Lunch is going with me I will have someone to roll my eyes with the whole class so I might just do it again. We’ll have to see how high my tolerance level is for annoyance by next week. I’m going to look into some kind of martial art too. Punching things is appealing.