Did you feel that? It was my arm, it just popped off!

There is this thing called body pump. I highly recommend you not take this course—unless you are a professional athlete and workout everyday. Renae and I thought it would be a bright idea to get into shape and sign up for this class. We heard it was fun…well it wasn’t fun, it was hell.

We thought we did our homework. Being the smart intelligent people that we are, we went and observed the class before jumping right into it. We thought it looked easy enough, we would try it. Little did we know we were observing the WARM UPS!

The class starts. I’m thinking this isn’t that bad. I start to sweat, okay I can handle this. Arms burning at this point, still okay. Hands on my hips, gasping for my last breath, im thinking we are almost done, you can do this Brittany. And then the instructor/song ended. I made it!!!! Good job Brittany!!! And then she proceeds to say, that was a great warm up girls. WHAT?? Did she just say warm up??? Ok now im hating this, I can’t do it. I have eaten too many cheeseburgers and pizza since the last time I did anything this intense. I need to leave. How can I do this? It would be easy if the room wasn’t surrounded by mirrors. Everyone knew we were new, so I needed to prove to them I could do this. But I knew I couldn’t, the instructor was demanding lunges but my legs were shaking. A newborn horse had a better chance of containing leg shake then I was at this point. Instructor, “feel free to scream.” I could only scream cuss words, people were staring. I couldn’t help it, it took all I could to lift that bar. It took every damn & shit I had to get that bar over my head. I looked ridiculously. AND we had a freaking audience so even other people could see this worthless attempt to pump my body.

It’s over now. Yesterday I was sore, I complained all day. Today I want to die. I have never hurt this bad in my life. My arms feel like I have a pink elephant sitting on them. I can’t raise my arms to put my hair up. You think I might be kidding but this is all truth that I type. And the dumbest part of the whole thing…..I’m going back tonight!!!!! What am I thinking??? There is no way I will be able to lift a bar over my head, I can’t even grip my fist without wanting to put a gun in my mouth. (Not a real gun, a water gun-real guns freak me out). So im writing this so maybe you will send a shout out to God that I make it thru this dumb class. I have nothing but doubt.

Until next time peace love n alittle Beyonce to lift your spirits.