I got my ass handed to me in a pilates class tonight.
Normally, this would have been fine, and normally I wouldn't have felt like a total loser that I was having a hard time keeping up...but normally the teacher isn't 8 1/2 months pregnant!
Seriously! And she was doing all of the exercises right along with us.
At least I wasn't the only one. From the looks of things, everyone of us got bitch slapped, pilates style by mrs. third trimester.
And in related news, how do I make my abdomen stop quivering?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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Try getting plastered in the bath tub.
... figuratively, not literally.
I like the way you think, Maleah. I would go for literally though. Maybe that's why I'm on my laptop in a bubble bath with a coffee mug of gin at 10:30 am on a friday.
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