"Hey look! I can touch my toes!" should have been my first warning. I can't touch my toes for the life of me. My second warning should have been, "I am going to be so ripped after this." The third was the fact that the instructor was using foam blocks to support her, which neither of us had, but we did the positions anyway. "Why does this huuuurt sooooo muuuuuuch!?" Well I don't know Jess. Maybe it's because this position was designed for you to be five inches above the ground. You trying to bend that way says more about your ego than you care to share. Just stop before your hip pops out of its socket.
We eventually gave it a rest and instead criticized the yoga instructor on the TV for having no breast meat and began to tempt her with the idea of a cookie... which in turn led to me having a severe sugar craving. I guess it had the same effect on Angela because she visited the chocolate dish three times. Honestly, though, I think we stopped to make fun of the woman because we felt self-conscious for not being as thin and thus felt the need to conquer said insecurities with the might of chocolate.
My muscles are screaming at me and it doesn't even matter because I devoured a bunch of wine and sugar and I know that it is gradually adding onto the size of my ass as I write this. Let's do it again sometime.
This reminds me of one of Isaac's friends laughing at his new (platonic) roommate working out to a dvd on the t.v. Every time the teacher instructed the viewers to drink their water, his roommate would run to the table and chug from her wine glass. He thought it was hilarious and took great enjoyment in making fun of her.
ReplyDeleteI kid you not, a year later they were married.
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