O is for obliques, S is for sweat

Yowza, Monday nights cardio box/sculpt class kicked my ass more than usual. All of my large muscle groups are sore. Even those smaller muscles, of which I don't recall the names despite being 1 of the handful of smarty pants in kinesiology class during my 9th grade year.

Well whatever they are..they hurt. The intercostal spaces between my riblets hurt. My glutes hurt, but the bright side of that is that I've felt how uplifted the buttocks feel. I have developed quite the callipygian ass. Not only do I benefit from a hard workout, Har sure does as well in a tactile and eye candy sorta way.

Last night, the a/c was out in dance class. Pair that with a fast paced routine, and you might as well call it Bikram Dance. Ugh, the must and humidity was thick and naaasty. Everyone sweat buckets throughout class and surprisingly no one fainted. Nonetheless, we still had a good ol' time doing a routine that paid homage to old school moves like the running man and robocop to the beat of Poison.
Sent via her BlackBerry