Cake and Aggression

Nothing much of interest to post today, although I do feel compelled to notify you all that in reading this blog, you are evidently reading at a genius level:



Who knew, right? Pat yourself on the back. And here you thought this was brain candy (or mindless drivel...)

Today was my third time to take Tae-bo at the YMCA. It's very intense (at least for me), and by the end of it, I'm as bright pink as a watermelon Jolly Rancher, but still I keep returning. At my first class, the instructor, a tiny, uber-flexible cracker-jack of a Japanese woman named Hero, trained by Billy Blanks, announced that everyone should go at their own pace: 'Piece of cake,' she said. She followed that comment with, 'And that's why you're here, right? To have a piece of cake?' Sounds sort of happy-go-lucky, right? Well today I guess she cranked things up a little, because while telling us to lift our knees and pull down our arms in a standing crunch, she says, 'Imagine you're taking a head and pulling it down to crack on your knee.' Hmmm. Perhaps a touch of pent-up hostility. Now I'm going to have to resist trying this move on people who really irk me.