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Satan Wears Spandex
Sep. 1st, 2005 07:26 pmOh. My. God. Things not to do when you're already so hot you've had a weather related headache all bleedin' day (yes folks, I get terrible headaches in very hot, humid weather, esp when there's a thunderstorm on the way - I'm like a crap X-Man. 'I am Weatherpredictor - marvel at my skills of predicting weather cycles by becoming slightly unwell!')
1 - go to a step aerobics class when your usual instructor is off and the woman who has taken her place clearly has no comprehension of the word "Beginner".
Actually, that's about it, unless you want to throw in speed walking to said class because the person you're going with has much longer legs than you.
Seriously, the woman was EVIL! After the first 20 minutes you want to kill her. After the next 20 minutes you want to kill yourself, anything just to make the pain stop. This is somebody who considers Jumping Jacks to be a Cool-down excercise. This is somebody who can get her ankles behind her ears. And does so, regularly. And then wonders why you can't.
Oy Vey. Anyway, headache still there, but at least am feeling a bit fitter.
Last night's dream: Very long and apocalyptic. I believe a giant tidqal wave or a disease or a tidal wave of disease had hit London. I spent much of my dream trawling around abandonned department stores in search of new kickers for my fellow female survivors. Nothing more important when facing the oncoming End of the World than a clean pair of comfy knickers.
1 - go to a step aerobics class when your usual instructor is off and the woman who has taken her place clearly has no comprehension of the word "Beginner".
Actually, that's about it, unless you want to throw in speed walking to said class because the person you're going with has much longer legs than you.
Seriously, the woman was EVIL! After the first 20 minutes you want to kill her. After the next 20 minutes you want to kill yourself, anything just to make the pain stop. This is somebody who considers Jumping Jacks to be a Cool-down excercise. This is somebody who can get her ankles behind her ears. And does so, regularly. And then wonders why you can't.
Oy Vey. Anyway, headache still there, but at least am feeling a bit fitter.
Last night's dream: Very long and apocalyptic. I believe a giant tidqal wave or a disease or a tidal wave of disease had hit London. I spent much of my dream trawling around abandonned department stores in search of new kickers for my fellow female survivors. Nothing more important when facing the oncoming End of the World than a clean pair of comfy knickers.
