Thank god I didn't snore

So, last Thursday I decided to end my work-out week with a bang and go to a Pilates class. I love Pilates because it uses so many of the skills I had learned in ballet and thus, I don't feel so out of shape. Everything was going great and then came my favorite part of the class, the cool down period. The instructor turned off the lights and we all laid down on our mats and tried our best to "concentrate on the rhythm" of our breathing while simultaneously relaxing every muscle in our bodies.

Apparently, I did this quite well because I fell asleep and straight into a dream. When I woke up the lights were still out (thank god) but everyone else had gotten up and moved to a different position. Hopefully, they just thought that I was really into being restful.

Needless to say, I skipped my post-class ellipticalling and headed home to catch some intentional zzz's.

Globo Gym

I joined the local version of Globo Gym three days ago. They officially have me by the wallet for the next 36 months. A long time, I know, but I was so excited to join that nothing was going to stop me. And, I got a free t-shirt. Sold.

Since then, I've taken two classes. One was called "Pitaiyo," aka "Kick-my-ass." The instructor told us to guess how old she was and then we proceeded to count down from her age for the set. Unfortunately, she was not 15...or 25. The other was just a house and garden version of Pilates.

Every morning since joining, I wake up, sit up, and groan as every muscle in my torso announces its presence. The silver lining: every night upon leaving the 24-hour megalith, I am as high as a goddamn kite. Endorphins are crazy things. I can understand how someone can truly become addicted to working out. I honestly feel invincible!

p.s. Because it is a gym open around the clock, I cannot wait to work-out at say, 3am, and then wander around the locker room in my birthday suit. Until then, there are too many people I wouldn't want to see me naked. Like ex-boyfriends' moms.