Suzie said she goes to the gym on Tuesday's at 5:30.

Anyway, I told my parents the plan, they laughed at me, and left the car keys on the table. 5 am, the alarm went off, I cursed Suzie's name, and headed to the gym to meet her.
We started off on the elliptical machine and were chatting away, but still getting in a decent workout. 25 minutes into our 30 minute workout, a woman came to us and asked if we wanted to take a Zumba class. There was only one other person and we thought, why not.

It was HILARIOUS!! Even with all my DC Tri Club dance parties, I have no rhythm. And I noticed this even more as I was surrounded by mirrors. But, nothing says great workout like shaken' your booty at 6:15. IN THE MORNING!
25 minutes on the elliptical, 30 minutes of Zumba class, a lot of laughing - all equals worth getting up 5 IN THE MORNING.
Now, I am free to do a day of shopping. Woot!
1 comment:
Hysterical. Although, you were more coordinated than you think (even without your hologram thing). And you sure had the booty-popping thing down!
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