We had a newbie join us at class today. Drill sergeant assigns me to partner up with newbie (of course).
Now, I'm sorry to say, andGodForgiveMeForSayingSoI'mReallyReallySorryPleaseDon'tHate, but newbie is a tad huge. We're saying large. As in muffintop if wearing jeans. As in, one who needs more than a bootcamp to shape up. Maybe even lipo :\ (I said I'm sorry!). But whatever, gotta give a girl props for trying, right?
In between lateral raises and push-up with laboured breathing, newbie confides in me that it's her hubby that has suggested this bootcamp, because newbie just can't seem to stop the splurge to eat and hubby and her just can't seem to.. y'know..err, get the splurge on?! :\
So I pump her up, and tell her she can do it!
When we are done class, we walk off to our cars. I'm too hot to bother after the bootcamp, so I don't wear my fluffy jacket. I am however, wearing my TnA workout gear. I notice that newbie's hubby has come to pick her up. I stop breathing.
Of all the freakin* bootcamps in the world...
Newbie's hubby is someone I had known aways aways aways back. As in someone who wasn't very nice to me (at the end). Newbie's hubby looks at me like he has seen a ghost.
We exchange introductions and pleasantries, and when I walk past their car, I can *see* newbie's hubby checking me out, and then muttering under his breath "damn damn damn damn damn!"
Revenge (and Nutella) may be sweet.. but karma, baby.. karma is the sweetest. :)
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