{Advice You Never Knew You Always Needed} two

I shall affectionately call this nugget of advice, “Make Sure to Bring a Friend to That Class at the Gym that Makes You Wonder if You Are in Hell”

I clearly have a knack for being succinct.

But the piece of advice remains. Because if you are anything like me, and the only way to challenge yourself in the gym is to go to a class led by a monster who loves pain, you will be well served if you bring along a friend to share in your torture.

This fact was proven this afternoon at a cardio kick boxing class.

The tyrant who leads it is clearly likes to see us in agony, because she was running this class like an army boot camp. On speed. Times infinity.

The saving grace, it turned out, was having my friend Annie next to me the whole time. This way we could do the following:

*Exchange looks of horror when she says ‘only 28 left…’

*Mutter “no we aren’t” when she says “And now we’re going to lift one arm and one leg in our plank position”

*Say things like “What if I die?”, “Is this hell?” and “I might vomit”

*Have a huddle after the class to discuss who wronged her in the past and why she was taking it out on us in the form of roundhouse, hook punch combos.

*Eye roll when she says ‘almost done’ bc we know she’s about to trick us into something else

Misery loves company,

LR

Listening to: Our neighbor Mike feed the squirrels. That’s weird.

On my mind: I found frozen tamales at Trader Joe’s and I haven’t been this excited since they announced Step Up Two: Take it to the Streets.