{pump it up}

Have I discussed my latest obsession?  Let me share it with you... PUMP CLASS.  What is pump class you ask? 

First let me start with the disclaimer:  I am not a professional.  I do not use the correct weight lifting terminology.  And I do not assume any risk by anyone out there taking a Pump Class and not being able to move for days after.  I am not a professional.  I think that covers it.

Ok... back to:  What is a pump class?

Basically, it's a weight lifting class.  I never thought I would like this class.  But I do.  You have a bar where you change the weights depending on the type of exercise you are doing.  You also use hand weights and an elevated step.  For the first few classes - ok let's be honest for EVERY class until 2 days ago - I used the smallest weight possible.  Because I am a wimp.  I admit it.  Go ahead and judge me.  I'll wait...

Once you do a gazillion reps you seriously can't move at all.  In fact, after the first class I could barely walk.  Let's just say when my workout partner dropped me off, I fell out of her truck because my legs wouldn't work.  And while we are discussing my workout partner, she seriously rocks.  She gets my butt to every class.  And I love her for it.  After I hate her for it.  I have tried several times to talk her into going to breakfast instead of class.  I haven't won that argument. 

I guess they won't be paying me for an endorsement any time soon.  But after tearing all my muscles and taking the instructors name in vain for days, I have realized I have never felt stronger.  I have been doing it for a few weeks now and I actually have muscles.  About a week ago, I asked MH why my shoulders were "swollen".  He just laughed and said they were muscles.  He also reminded me about waking him up several weeks ago and telling him a felt a lump beneath my breast.  Which turned out to be a rib.  Who knew?  I am finding parts of my body I haven't seen in years.  It's a fun game.

So tomorrow is pump class and I am so excited.  Yes, I realize it's an obsession but really... I could be obsessed over worse things.  Feel free to name a few... 

{disclaimer}

I guess I should've posted the disclaimer first.  I have received a little blacklash from my previous post.  So let's start here...

This blog is entirely my opinion.  And sometimes my opinion is expressed in irreverent, compassionate and peculiar ways.  I don't mean to offend.  Well, sometimes I do but I swear I will not use your real name. 

Just because I call my community "Stepford" does not mean I don't like living here.  Or that I dislike any of my neighbors and friends.  I actually really love them.  Even the skinny ones.

Prepare yourself for winter backlash.  I absolutely hate winter.  I hate the cold.  I love the sun and I get a little cranky when all I see is gray for several months in a row.  You can tell me to move all you want but this is where the honey works and well, I like his paycheck so we are here... for now.

If you know me personally, please keep names private.  I told you I wouldn't use yours so please don't use mine.  There are a lot of creepers out there and even though I love the attention, a girl can only take so much.  You are welcome to refer to me as Queen, MH is my husband and I have 3 Divas.  And believe me - you will get to know them very well. (Okay, really don't refer to me as Queen - Valley Girl is just fine)

I use the word "like"... like a lot.  In fact, anything that says "Valley Girl" is totally me.  So you are welcome to edit my posts as much as you feel the desire to.  But it won't change a thing.  Believe me... many have tried.

I have blogged for years and some of my best friends are other bloggers.  I appreciate anyone that visits my blog.  And I love the feedback.  So please... feel free.  My promise to you is to try to keep you entertained.  And to make fun of myself as much as possible. 

Party on....