i went to body combat this week, fitness first's attempt to bring the karate kid and rambo to its workout sessions, though there seemed to be a little forrest gump in what became a hilarious display of chopping, punching, jogging, grunting, and far too many upper cuts for my liking. i have been in pain ever since. but damn it i think i will go back for more in the morning. and lycra-clad alan, the muscular instructor with tanned and chiseled features and a very kind smile has, naturally, no bearing upon my decision.
anyway, who says the gym can't be fun? check these guys out with the volume up.
off to iron my sweatbands...
