one one one

I don't mean to turnthis blog into an exercise diary but yesterday I had a one-on-one session with the instructor. No, the instructor was a she so this isn't one of those stories that follow one of those soft porn plots. But it was just hillarious that a whole class (it was supposedly called boot camp) didn't push through because there was no one there! and because I was the only one (chipper of me), she (the instructor) wanted to push through with it even if it was one-on-one! Punyeta. haha I almost collapsed! She wanted to try out all the new gym equipment: so there we were jumping on those "jump boards"(?) in time to some J. Lo song I swear. It seemed like a scene out of chorus line. I made it out of the class alive (although slightly embarrassed), with calves and thighs the size of a horse (or they felt as heavy as a horse). Boredom makes one do things you would otherwise not even THINK of!