Saturday, February 9, 2013
I'm Not Gay, But. . .
Gabe has been on a well deserved vacation.
He got to spend time with his lovely wife and gorgeous kiddos instead of his foul mouthed, sweaty clients.
He gave me homework, of course.
And I didn't do most of it, of course. (Hello??? If I could work out on my own I wouldn't need Gabe!)
Because Gabe is on vacation, I had to turn to Vic. Vic has a Transformation class at 5 am. Or, as I like to call it: THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
So I got up at 4:30 IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT and snuck out of the house like a teenager going to a keg party full of college students.
Only there was no beer.
And no college students.
There WERE a couple of College professors. (Holla Dr. T!)
Sleepy as I was, it was great to see my friends. Mary, Carrie, Tony, Anna, Jules. . . Fun people. Doing abs.
So I started doing them too.
Then Kelley joined us. She had on an ADORABLE pair of black & white swirly pattern capris.
She muttered something about not being able to find anything else to wear, but I thought they were cute.
Vic had us do all kinds of squatty jumpy lungie owie things. Lots of stick your butt out and get low-low-low-low kinda stuff.
Kelley's pants were distracting.
So I kept looking at her butt.
And her butt? Tight. Firm. Shapely.
I didn't want to creep her out by looking at her butt, so I averted my eyes and they landed on Mary's butt.
Tight. Firm. Shapely.
Dangit. Look away!
Carrie. Jules. Anna.
Tight. Round. Defined.
Geesus. What's gotten into me?
So I look for Tony. I'll feel comfortable ogling him.
He's wearing baggy sweats. Dammit Tony.
What can I say? My friends have been working out with Vic and it shows.
Clearly Vic is an ass man. I didn't know I was too.