I went to a class at the Y tonight called “Y Pump”
It is a good class for a not so coordinated, kind of bashful about taking classes kind of person.
There is no dancing, just weight lifting and endless squats and lunges.
(also, again, not hypothetically)
There is, however, dance-y bass heavy thumbing pop music playing at a loud volume.
This, it turns out, is a serious blessing, especially to those of us who had a fiber-rific lunch and may (HYPOTHETICALLY) have been farting EVERY SINGLE TIME they tried to do the bicycle crunches.
(Hypothetically)(according to my..uh..my friend. Yeah. My friend. That’s who this might have happened to).