So obvs the Y and I are not best friends anymore. I mean, it just sorta happened. Because the Y had to be all TWENTY MINUTES AWAY and stuff, and I was like really Y? What is up with the high maintenance?
Ilovekickboxing.com in Warminster is where mama gets her workout on nowadays. Because it grew in my backyard, I am forced to step over the kickboxing class when I deliver E to daycare. It's like there is no way around it. I was CLAWING to get out of the riptide of laziness and those bitches kept sucking me back in, so one day I was like okay lemme go check this place out. Sniff. sniff.
{I just became interrupted by H giving me a puberty flyer. For reals. It's a flyer about puberty and what they are gonna do about it in her school. Okay)
Anyway, ilovekickboxing.com is pretty awesome. The people are super nice and it smells good. I like things that smell good. Often, I am not one of them. The instructors scream at you to get in shape and you are supposed to do things like burpees, mountain climbers and lunges. You are not supposed to smoke cigs and drink beer on the floor. If I can keep all of that straight, I am off to an amazing start,
Also everyone looks really ripped. So hopefully that will be me some day.
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