Seriously, Chickies.  It just needs to leave.  Still flying on my post Body Pump adrenelin high, I thought I would head out and do a 5K at lunchtime today.  Can we say  “HUOOOOOOOMID”?  Can we say “HOT”?  Made it out and back in 39 minutes (again).  I’ve been trying – unsuccessfully – to take a picture of the back of my head with my cell phone so that you can see that my hair is literally dripping.  Such an endeavor requires an extra three foot long arm and I don’t have one on me.

I’ve been playing along with the Body Pump class at my Y for several weeks now, and I can’t say enough good about it.  Fabulous for toning my flabby parts.  Fabulous for my attitude, because it’s just too cool to be throwing that weight bar around like I were some sort of maniac.  Or a Buff Chad devotee.

Also?  The whole class plus the extra fifteen minutes of ab crunching that Kari insists on is worth 8 WW activity points.

Me!  Sweat and All!

As part of the ongoing Birthday Extravaganza (I like to stretch out my birthday for as long as possible) I went to the Y today for Zumba class…sans offspring! Which means I got to drive home after without listening to all the commentary from the back seat – start reading with a whiney teen son voice here –  “Moooom! why did that took so-o-o-o-o-o lo-o-o-o-ong?”