Finally!
A work out where I didn't feel like my muscles were made of a combination of pain and jello!
I felt good today! I still sweated and panted and made the odd "Oooooof!" but, in general, I felt OK.
And it was surprising because I very inadvisedly went to a Striptease Dance Class last night.
Like all dance class instructors, ours - let's call her Sexy Lady - demonstrated moves only once or twice, then ran through them with us at a reasonable pace another two times and then put on music with a beat so fast we had to stumble through the steps without feeling the fun of the dance.
Eventually, I think Sexy Lady got the hint that we weren't keeping up and put on songs with a slower BPM and we were able to bump and grind like supersluts.
I learnt fun things like the Kitty Kat - stand with one foot in front of the other, hip distance apart, straight legs and walk your hands down your front leg, bending over as you do, butt out like a watermelon on sale.
Lots of sexy squats, rolling the hips in circles, rolling your back and sticking "the girls" out, as Sexy Lady called them.
I woke up this morning with an aching arse and throbbing thighs. My knees were both scraped from crawling along the floor - good morning Neosporin cream!
So, you understand when I say that I really expected not to survive training tonight. In the car on the way home, I had a solo little brainstorm session of excuses I could use to make Fluffy Bear go on his own.
And then I had a great workout!
How fracked up is that?
I might - might - have actually enjoyed it.
Once we got to the mats at the end, Fluffy Bear was telling Silent Evil about how I was crying in pain after the class last night. When he picked me up, I made little whimpering noises when I got into the car.
"Was it a hard class, Honey?" he asked.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"Those girls seem to be OK," he said, pointing to two pretty young things who were in the class with me emerging from the gym.
"Frack them!"
"Look, Honey," he pointed, "they're jogging home!"
"Run them over! Run them over!"
Silent Evil smiled softly as we told her this story. She looked at me while Fluffy Bear's head was turned while he was stretching.
"You know what we call girls like that?" she asked.
"No, what?"
"Dirty Bitches!"
She's Evil, but it's my kinda evil.....