While having drinks with a fellow instructor and an avid class attendee, whom we both adore, the topic of lazy exercise class participants came up. All three of us agreed that they are irritating and wondered why they would bother coming at all.

My fellow instructor Jessica and I happen to have a bunch of the same people come to class. We talked about the Asian lady who apparently takes class seven days a week but still looks like an overstuffed doughnut. We talked about the other Asian lady who comes to class, stands in front with two risers on each side of her step, and can barely make it through the first 15 minutes, leaves BUT comes back again next week. We talked about the gentleman who could probably become an instructor because of his physical skills BUT would be offensive because of his attrocious body odor.

We then moved on to making fun of the needy Hispanic girl who said she was moving to California to pursue her acting dream, only to be back two weeks later with larger breasts. She confessed to me that she went away for a "boob job". She decided to start working out early because she felt fat BUT her wounds were not healed. She proceeded to take step class while wincing in pain and holding her boobs with her arms to keep them steady. We had a great laugh at her expense.

We talked about the the 50-year-old Caucasian lady who stands so close to the instructor that one could consider it anal sex. We noted her lack of enthusiasm for class and how she never ever lifts her knees or heels. We talked about her pasty skin - "It's not alabaster, it's not milky, it's DEAD!"

See what happens when you feed alcohol to fitness freaks with semi-decent bodies. Later.  ¶ 8:33 AM