She’s So Lucky, She’s a Star
My friend Smrtygrl and I have been started taking a class at our gym called SET a few weeks ago. On Tuesday mornings, we get up and meet at her gym in the Pearl District at 6:00 a.m. On Fridary mornings, we get up and meet at my gym in the Hollywood District at 5:45. If you think getting up at the butt crack of dawn is hard, you should try this class. It is the best workout I’ve gotten since I helped teach aerobics in college.
The hour-long class consists of a combination of endurance drills using handweights and a step platform, weight-training circuits using the same handweights and barbells, and floor work doing abs, pushups, and stretching. It kicks serious ass and I can barely get through it each week.
The regular instructor is this little pixie of a thing who is just the right amount of motivational. She yells encouraging things, tells us our form looks perfect during lunges, and never, ever squeals. She makes the butt kicking actually feel good and rewarding. She makes the sweat dripping into my eyes worth it. She makes the soreness that follows for the next several days feel like a gift.
This morning, we had a sub. Not only was she a squealer, but the class wasn’t anywhere near as difficult. On top of that, she played a medly of Wham and Britney Spears the whole hour. Don’t get me wrong, I can do squats to “Wham Rap!” all day long, but that sub is the reason I now have “Lucky” in my head.
Squealy little bitch.
March 9th, 2007 at 11:35 am
Since I was too much of a lazy-ass to join you this morning, the least I can do is endeavor to dislodge those horridly insipid lyrics from your brain and do my part to effectively banish them to their rightful place on one of those secondary/tertiary VH1 stations up in the 200s or whatever…
Everybody say WHAM!
Say BAM!
Everybody say WHAM!
Say WHAM! BAM! WHAM! BAM!