effing F.I.T.
I'd just like to share that Jess and I went to F.I.T. (Fitness Interval Training) class at our gym last night. It was led by our favorite instructor who somehow morphed from a very zen Pilates lady into a psycho drill sergeant like whoa. Imagine your most dreaded gym class or sports practice. We were jumping and running like mad and "resting" with push-ups and ab work. This was crazy hard stuff, and ya know what? It was awesome. Those endorphins really do work. Jess had this silly beaming smile on her face as we wheezed through it all. Good times.