Back from the pool. Some of our New Years Day Resolution people are dropping like flies.
Good for me. More Cybex machines, for me. But there's just too much commotion going on because aerobics classes have reared their ugly head again.
We've got this new Brunhilda downstairs whipping all the hunks and boob job women into shape with aerobicize classes, the challenging one during the week, not the easy one---I'm talking about the one, "meant for SERIOUS aerobics people."
I honestly thought that stuff had died and gone away, but apparently not.
Who could forget the young, hot Jamie Lee Curtis doing her booty show in "Perfect."
Whip out the Janet Jackson music....and one, two, step, step out...one...two....step out....kick.
Not much has changed. You can still work up a sweat in one of those sessions. But gone are the sheen like, ball showing, crack showing spandex. In---is the more clothlike, bell bottom outfit for the women. Out are the booty, elf socks with the fluffy collar wrapped around the calve muscle.
I still think everybody in the harder classes is "on the make." The guys are young, not married, I saw three of the women all have enormous boob jobs. They'll have these big biceps from lifting weights I guess, and these huge boob jobs, accenuated by wearing one of those real tight bright tank tops. I don't know how the fuckers breath.
Almost all of the women actually wear make up and lipstick out there. A high segment of both sexes is probably looking to screw four people in the class at the drop of a dime; others are young coming out of a divorce, or broken up---my guess. Everybody else is looking. If the drill instructor said something like, "Okay, everybody, let's screw like snakes." Half of them probably would.
The young guys losing their hair wear baseball caps and are freaked about it. Those caps never come off. They played basketball for their intramural league or football. They need to stay in shape. They'll pump weights and do this 2 times a week to take their mind of that beer belly they got going.
She had them doing this: jump rope for a minute, put down the rope, stair step for a minute or two, then run upstairs to the little 200 yard track, run around the track, one lap, and RUN back down and keep doing that for fifteen to 20 minutes.
The first time the class did the drill, they RAN up the stairs and RAN around the track and RAN back down, but after the third time, everybody just walked until she got into "eye range." All the action kicked up a severe cloud of Polo cologne by brownian movement.
After the sixth or seventh one, they all just walked and stared back at her.
It was just comical.
Then Brunhilda asked: "how many of you have cut your carbohydrates since the last time?" And they all raised their hands.
I wanted to lean over and YELL: "That's probably why they all can't run very long!"
Good for me. More Cybex machines, for me. But there's just too much commotion going on because aerobics classes have reared their ugly head again.
We've got this new Brunhilda downstairs whipping all the hunks and boob job women into shape with aerobicize classes, the challenging one during the week, not the easy one---I'm talking about the one, "meant for SERIOUS aerobics people."
I honestly thought that stuff had died and gone away, but apparently not.
Who could forget the young, hot Jamie Lee Curtis doing her booty show in "Perfect."
Whip out the Janet Jackson music....and one, two, step, step out...one...two....step out....kick.
Not much has changed. You can still work up a sweat in one of those sessions. But gone are the sheen like, ball showing, crack showing spandex. In---is the more clothlike, bell bottom outfit for the women. Out are the booty, elf socks with the fluffy collar wrapped around the calve muscle.
I still think everybody in the harder classes is "on the make." The guys are young, not married, I saw three of the women all have enormous boob jobs. They'll have these big biceps from lifting weights I guess, and these huge boob jobs, accenuated by wearing one of those real tight bright tank tops. I don't know how the fuckers breath.
Almost all of the women actually wear make up and lipstick out there. A high segment of both sexes is probably looking to screw four people in the class at the drop of a dime; others are young coming out of a divorce, or broken up---my guess. Everybody else is looking. If the drill instructor said something like, "Okay, everybody, let's screw like snakes." Half of them probably would.
The young guys losing their hair wear baseball caps and are freaked about it. Those caps never come off. They played basketball for their intramural league or football. They need to stay in shape. They'll pump weights and do this 2 times a week to take their mind of that beer belly they got going.
She had them doing this: jump rope for a minute, put down the rope, stair step for a minute or two, then run upstairs to the little 200 yard track, run around the track, one lap, and RUN back down and keep doing that for fifteen to 20 minutes.
The first time the class did the drill, they RAN up the stairs and RAN around the track and RAN back down, but after the third time, everybody just walked until she got into "eye range." All the action kicked up a severe cloud of Polo cologne by brownian movement.
After the sixth or seventh one, they all just walked and stared back at her.
It was just comical.
Then Brunhilda asked: "how many of you have cut your carbohydrates since the last time?" And they all raised their hands.
I wanted to lean over and YELL: "That's probably why they all can't run very long!"