I regularly go to a Core Board class on Tuesday nights at my gym, and I affectionately call the instructor "The Perky Nazi." She's constantly chirpy, even when she's yelling "Push it! 50 more squats! Come on!" And she yells "Woohoo!" a lot. Poor, unsuspecting women regularly come into that class and, about 10 minutes into it, get this look on their faces that can only be interpreted as, "What the fuck am I doing here???" It's a tough class, but that's why I go every week.
Last week, however, was disappointingly wimpy. Meaning, I didn't feel like I was going to keel over after the cardio section. (And yes, this was a bad thing.) I was a sad, sad core-boarder, and I was afraid this was the beginning of a terrible trend. But I held out hope that this was an anomaly, attributable to the videotaping the club was doing that night for the instructor's review.
And it seems like I was right. Tonight's class kicked my ass.
Woohoo!
Posted by thevieve at March 11, 2003 7:31 PM | TrackBackCoulda been Seinfeld episode!
Posted by: jerry on March 11, 2003 10:07 PM