pants.

Dear Chick-Who-Worked-Out-in-Front-of-Me last night:

I have to admit, you had perfect form during those excruciating bar-bell squats we suffered through--glutes out, shoulders back, toes forward...

But did you know, that when you pushed your glutes out...towards me and then squatted down, that your super tight cotton-stretchy pants went paper thin. Yeah, it put a lot of stress on those pants. We are talking LIKE SHEER ENERGY PANTYHOSE thin. I could see your thong, and I could also see where you wax AND where you do not wax.
I could see everything.
I did not want to.
I tried not too, but it was like a train wreck:

Opaque pants...sheer pants...opaque pants...sheer pants...

I know where the men in this class will want to set up next week.
The peepshow.

However, thank you for not laughing at me.

It was a new routine, and required some coordination.
I didn't "get" it a lot of the time.
Sometimes, I went right, when you and the rest of the class went left.

And then there was that time when we were supposed to lie down on the ball to do pec flies, and when I rolled back on the ball, it shot across the room, and dumped me on my elbows on the hard HARD wooden floor.

It was a good night for all.
See you next week. And I mean ALL OF YOU. Heh.

-Bruised Elbow Girl-