I’m going to my first-ever ballet booty barre class this morning and I’m more than a little reluctant. How did I, queen of the laze, wind up with this a.m. agenda? Well, in a moment of extreme ambition, I purchased a Groupon to a fancy yoga/Pilates studio in town. I’ve since put off using it for literal months and it’s about to expire. Seeing as nothing irks me more than wasting my hard-earned pennies, I’m off to activate it today (along with some muscles I’ve probably forgotten I had). Wish me luck? I so need it.
P.S. Did any of y’all ’80s babies have Get in Shape, Girl! books, cassettes or any of their other pastel paraphernalia? I remember doing leg lifts on the carpet of my childhood bedroom, staring at the cassette player and being supremely bored. Lazy 4 life, that’s me!