The PAC

So my friend, Carrie, and I have been visiting our athletic club a lot here lately. My first visit in many months was 2 weeks ago for jazzercise! I was thinking to myself how hard can jazzercise be, I took jazz as a kid..... I arrived, and as we are getting our spot back in the far corner away from the see through door I see this skinny athletic girl who is our teacher. Come to find out she has a new baby, and worked out the whole time she was pregnant up to delivery! WHATEVER... Carrie, and I look at each other in friendly disgust, not with the teacher per say, but you know the kind of disgust I speak of.(I can't speak for Carrie, I just assumed we were on the same page) The class is a one hour class, and let's just say by the time it was over I could not feel my legs walking me out of the door. I was looking down at times thinking I was floating. By the time I got home I was popping Motrin, and eating everything in sight since I had not eaten dinner yet. UPDATE-------I have gone two more times, and it is getting some what easier, and more enjoyable.......