My work offers a Strength Training class. Since a co-worker/friend wasn’t taking the class again and I could use her equipment I decided to join this go-round.
The instructor has to be in her late 60’s and a total hippie. She is quiet the trip, actually. But besides the re-mix 80’s music the workout had nothing to do with being old at all. This old lady kicked my B-U-T-T. Granted, this was the first session and she mentioned how the veterans in the class improved so much from their first times. I have room to grow, but right now I can barely walk up the stairs. My old lady instructor turned me into an old lady. I do not like.
Peace. Love. and Muscle Strain. -Kelly.