Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Where My Car Keys?

Didn’t really feel like going to kettlebell class but, you know, if those feelings are followed too often, anarchy might ensue.

On the highway, started to see a lot of red lights which was unusual and I kind of hoped that I would be too late to participate in class but my kettlebell mates were only about halfway into the warm-up when I arrived so I hadn’t missed much.

I was sluggish, lacking in stamina, wondered if I was wasting money and took more breaks than I would have liked but….

At one point, Chip’s favorite Ninja song came on. I’m not Japanese... I’m not Chinese... Where my car keys?

I leaned toward Chip. If she’s asking where her car keys are at, she must be taking a kettlebell class...

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