During my last post I may have accidentally insinuated that my boot camp instructor seemed to be getting larger and larger every week. Word on the street is that said instructor, (Let's call her Mrs. Orange to keep her anonymous) may in fact be with child. My bad Mrs. Orange!!! Please don't take anything that I've been accused of saying by fellow classmates out on me. The class as a whole are bunch of lying conniving thugs that can not be trusted. They are the types that would steal ham out of their relatives refrigerator, or push old grandma down the stairs for pure entertainment. The two of us are much better people Mrs. Orange.
I think it's because we have so much in common. Take our names for instance. Your first name starts with a J, so does mine. Your last name starts with a B, what do you know, mine does too. We are both natural blonde's, intelligent and respected in our community. Our father's are both great teachers. Yours on the baseball diamond and mine is teaching the world that the F bomb is just not a 4 letter word. Lastly, and most similar is our abdominal area. True most people prefer a six pack. But, why have a six pack when you can have the whole keg. Know what I'm saying!!! I kid Mrs. Orange, I'm a kidder!!!
In closing, I have to say your class brings me great pleasure. I can't get enough reverse thrust squats, air out your crotch areas and my favorite sumo squats. Thanks to you the morning after our Monday and Wednesday workouts, (beat downs) I'm sore in places I didn't even know I had. For that Mrs. Orange I am thankful, even though the rest of the class really hates you.
On a running note: 7 miles, lighting fast 1 hour 30 minutes, 761 calories, average heart rate 1.8.
R.I.P.
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