Abs and Buns class...

Those of you who know me, know that I'm turning 40 this April. Well, maybe you didn't know that, but now you do. (Just don't tell my mother you know, she'll freak if she finds out I've divulged my age...thereby allowing others to do the math, with a little Algebra included, to come up with the number that tells HER age).

I've decided that I want to be in better shape when I turn 40 than I was when I turned 30. (Keep in mind I've had two kiddos since I turned 30, this bod has seen the horrors of childbirth 4 times...it's a miracle I have any ab muscles at all).

I attended Abs and Buns class this morning at 9...with an instructor approximately 2 degrees south of the drill instructors hubby had in the U.S. Army. She is brutal, a demon in spandex... and I love her, she is going to raise my butt an inch for me by the end of April (here's hoping). Today's class had a ton of ab work. Some lunges for the buns, but not alot. (Last week we did 120 lunges during one of her classes - I am not making this up. I actually sobbed out loud during that class.)

Why do women wear makeup to workout at an all-girl gym? Don't misunderstand..these women look fantastic with their foundation and lipstick on..but why would you wear it? Did they go shopping or run errands first? Are they not planning on showering after? Do they think I'm totally disgusting because I throw my hair in a band and walk out the door? It tends to make me self-conscious when I'm surrounded by all this beauty, and look like something you found under your shoe.

Ah well, at least my butt feels a little higher...maybe.