Mr Cool is Dam Cool

Since I missed YI's class on Monday, I had to get my pump fix, if not I'd have withdrawal symptoms, despite the fact that I dont REALLY like pump. It's like the oat bran I drink in the morning, I've grown so accustomed to it, though the first time I had it I nearly threw up.

Replacing Herny yesterday was Mr Cool, that old timer with tattoos on his thighs. His movements are so seamless, it really seems like the weights (and they're not light) are just attached to his body. I love that he teaches you how to breathe, which no one else seems to do. I was once told that maybe I aint losing weight coz I ain't breathing right.

Anyway, his squat track was exhausting, despite the fact that there were very little bottom halves. (only 8 at the end). Biceps was a killer. I felt like the big bad wolf, huffing and puffing till I blow the house down. Was so engrossed that I forgot to notice whether lionheart had generated another mini niagara falls on his mat.

And the conditioning track, evillllll!!!! One of those where your legs never touch the ground, for crunches. Then got plank some more. Horrible. But good!!! Really enjoyed that class. Aching today.

Oh, before I get grief for not blogging about it, yeah, attended FCI's combat on Tuesday as usual. Was in a chirpy mood, (as in I was), got there late, registration was full, and told FCI that, and he said, "so??" Cant recall much about the class, it being more than 24 hours ago, but I vaguely remember that it was great.