Disaster has struck! Adam has turned into Amber. Much as I love Amber, her class is hard-ass and we use Adams class the night before to warm up. But NOOOOOOOOO. Not tonight!
We were greeted with him all excited as he had changed his routine and were we ready for it etc. Yeah yeah Adam it's all good. No no Adam it's not!!! Shit the bed. We must have spent 80% of the whole class doing standing bloody hill climbs and jumps, the other 20% sprinting like demons. And the air con was either not on or I was on some serious menopausal flush for pretty much the whole 45 minutes! Once again, trying to find the dry spot on my towel was like trying to find the wet spot in the Sahara.
To make matters worse, the snooty bint next to me didn't take her bloody sweater off for at least 20 minutes, when she finally did all I could see were her bingo wings flapping away out the corner of my eye. Attractive. Still at least I'm not the only one with bingo wings and a muffin top so I suppose I should be grateful.
The Adam impersonator wanted a bit of feedback at the end and, surprisingly, it had given me a proper buzz by the end. Whether I can walk tomorrow remains to be seen. And there is no Amber tomorrow so I will have a bonus recovery day!!! Suppose I ought to try and jog tomorrow instead - unless its blowing a force 20 gale and snowing which is what they have forecast. Here's hoping they are very wrong!!!!!
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