Yesterday was day 4 of the 7 workouts in 7 days.
So far, you have read two accounts of me picking a class, being a fish out of water, sticking with it, and crawling out, with my body and my dignity barely intact.
Just use the same formula, and incorporate the following new details:
Petite blonde instructor. Yes, another one.
Normally a big class, but last night only had one other student.
No where to hide.
I think she tried to kill me.
Frankly, I’m too tired and too sore to write this one myself. I’ll be in the bathtub if you need me.