I mean…if someone has hair that tall and is teaching exercise…seriously…how hard could it possibly be?
So I followed Fran into her leotard-clad world of physical beauty….
I knew right away that I was going to LOVE this new exercise routine when Fran said to lay on the floor. I’ll be honest…I may have dozed a little during this one.
Unfortunately, I was so distracted by her helmet hair, that I don’t think I “Self Fist Bumped” effectively.
I think she saw my lack of concentration, and proposed we do a “Team Fist Bump”. This gal had some skills.
We talked about deodorant (we both use the same brand!), her lobotomy, and the many impressions she could do. (Her Mae West is dead-on!)
I didn’t have the heart to tell her I d0 this same exercise when I’m folding clothes and don’t feel like getting up off the couch to get the clothes out of the basket.
He was only wearing his undies.
Donald and I were merrily working our bunions, when he suddenly said he didn’t feel well.
So I waited.
And like a true pro, he was STILL doing our exercises ….with the bathroom rug.
I figured that this was probably the non-verbal end of our work-out…which was good.
My fists and feet were killing me.