Saturday, November 12, 2011

This morning I got to the gym bright and early to prepare for my Metamorfosi intensivo, which is a two hour lay-it-all -on-the-floor, you-can-eat-whatever-the-heck-you want-afterwards kind of a class. It started off better than in my dreams with all the women hooting and hollering, keeping up, sweating, and having fun. The room can comfortably hold twenty, and I had fifteen students who signed up and paid extra to be there at 9:30 AM on a Saturday morning!

After the first hour I misread the clock and said that it was time to cool down for the final half hour of massage. Some people looked dismayed and two of the more dramatic ladies walked out. Even before they reached the door, I realized my mistake and regrouped to psyche them up for yet another half an hour of grueling exercises.  Despite that little hiccup, it went very well and I got more cash this morning than I usually make in a month of hoofing it back and forth to teach and hour here and an hour there. The boss was happy, the ladies were happy, and I am looking forward to leisurely day of carbo loading and watching really awful reality television shows.

P.S. If you've never seen the Real L Word, don't start now.

This was not my class at all, but rather some kind of Sri Lankan movie. However, they also look like they are having a hard day:

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