Again today I didn't feel like going to the gym. I have a LONG weekend (not because of actual length, but because of busy-i-ness) a head of me and frankly working out is an inconvenience. Lucky for me… its now routine and I feel weird sitting at my desk from noon to 1. So I grabbed my bag, full of fresh gym clothes and headed downstairs. I have NO plan. I get down there and stand in line… I don't know what for, but it’s a long line of fit people so I stand. When I finally get to the head of the line it’s a sign-up sheet for BOOT CAMP with BAMBI! AH!
I am NOT ready for this, but with a pizza lunch. I had NO choice.
I walked into the empty 'class room' it was cold and dark. The lights weren't on. I got a chill up and down my spine. The goose bumps on arm had goose bumps. Side note: The FINISH word for 'Goose Bumps" directly translates to 'Chicken Skin'… or at least that's what Uncle Manfred for me… He's from Finland). Slowly wary gym goers trickle in, all with a look of panic. They knew what was a head and they looked panicked. I knew I was in over my head. I knew I was in for a work out.
Finally someone speaks…
"I am not ready for this" Said the little hairy man (who would later bump me out of my spot, but literally standing in my spot).
"I haven't been in two weeks and I am still sore" Said a slim woman in full Lulu gear.
Aimlessly we wandered around the room. Trying to keep warm, to prepare ourselves for what was to come.
Suddenly the lights flick on and there is BAMBI.
|ha Ha HA!|