On Fitness.

Here's what's funny.

The awkward moment when you bump into your gym instructor at the fast-food outlet right after your gym session.

Heh.

Well, happened to me. >.<

So yea, after chronically lamenting on the too-tight-pants that I own, I've decided to save money on clothes and spending money for gym and fitness.

I picked Amore ladies' gym.

Why?

Simple coz,

1. No sweaty men making weird grunting noises
2. No muscular men with bulging muscles intimidating me
3. No weird feeling like some guy is staring at my ass when I'm on the treadmill or stepmaster
4. No stinky gym equipment with perspiration marks
5. No WEIRD grunting noises
6. No inevitable cringing when watching other men watch other men (if u know what I mean)

So yea.

Amore.

participated in the low intensity aerobics class.

Couldnt keep up.

Pinoy instructor is positively gay. And I'd been staring at his ass the whole time thinking how cute his ass is.

Somebody stab me in the eye. PLEASE.

Ugh. I can't understand his accent sometimes.
Not that it matters really. It won't make me any more coordinated.

Yoga Class...

Ever seen a newborn fawn when its just emerged from its mother's womb?
The way it tries to stand and walk for the first time?

Yea, that's how I must've looked.
I know, coz the yoga studio is freaking plastered with mirrors everywhere.

At the gym....

Surprisingly, I liked the gym. It was clean and conducive for exercising.
But of course, my muscles have been launching into a cacophony of screams each time I take a step.


Heck, I've got to go again tomorrow. Might as well make my money worth while. =.=