But Superman and I have been taking some classes together. First spinning, and now kettlebells. And it's been no walk in the park for either of us. But it's so awesome, and has motivated us (especially me) to push my limits.
I drag my feet to the class and give Superman grief, but once our trainer gets that Jay-Z going, I'm totally in.
At first I was nervous that Superman -- the gym connoisseur -- would find these classes to be a breeze. But by the end of class, the man just looks completely worked out.
|My sexy sweaty hubs!|
And that justifies my feeling completely sore and worn out.