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Summer is just around the corner (Disclaimer: summer in San Francisco is fictional, but this is the best motivation I have right now) and that means it's time to bring out the big guns and shoot off the season with some sweat! My masochist is back and ready to whip you whippersnappers into tip top shape! Let's meet in the park, flaunt our forearms and get our glutes going! Boot camps in San Francisco seem to think alcoholics and vampires like getting up at the ass crack of dawn to burn some calories, but I beg to differ - my boot camp will happen after we've had a chance to recover from the night before. Exact times and dates are not configured as of yet, but fill your prescription for anti-psychotics because this is going to be KRAZY.
We will go through a bunch of exercises that start out simple, but can easily be modified, so bring your boyfriend/girlfriend that says he/she is too tough for me and if nothing else, they'll get to see you in those short-shorts you're planning on wearing (OH, HEY GIRL). I am certified and insured (SO IF YOU DIE, I WON'T HAVE TO PAY!) so don't you fret about those painful patellas and aching arms, there are always ways to work around nagging/past/current injuries. BUT, if you are going to show up in a wheelchair or pregnant (P.S. THE BABY IS NOT MINE) let me know so that I can plan.
I'm doing this because some have seemed jazzed about the idea and I think it would be a great way to have fun and get our heart rates up (I can think of a few ways that would be more fun, but I'm not sure y'all think of me like that....yet). This is NOT geared towards weight loss and you will NOT hear me talk about WEIGHT. You may drop a few pounds, but that's why I suggest close-toed shoes. HAHA. GET IT.
Anyway, tell your friends, tell your grandmothers (damn, I hope someone brings a grandma) and let me know if you'd be down.
This shit won't be totally free, but as long as I have enough cash to buy booze and drugs, I'm cool.
Feel free to pass on the bulletin if you see fit.