You Go Girl Whom I Don't Know

Lately, I have been taking this Body Pump class at the YMCA. It is pretty fun! Well as fun as sweat and lunges can be, that is. For the past few classes a mother/daughter duo has been taking the class. They usually set up shop right in front of me. Now to paint a picture for you... this class is an intense hour and fifteen minutes of weight training that leads to burning at least 600 calories. A good majority of the people in the class are mid-twenty-ers like myself trying to get more toned and drop some pounds and the rest are middle-aged women with about .1% body fat. Well the duo aforementioned are fitting both these groups. As mentioned in previous blogs, I am weird and like to observe others... so naturally I would do so in a workout class. Well, the last two classes the mother started coaching her daughter. Not in a "you asked me to push you" sort of way but a "you need to be as fit as me" sort of way. For a while, I have been internally rooting for the daughter to stand up for herself and her mother to take a large barbell to the gut.

Well today was the day! Success... sweet victory! During the triceps track of the workout the mother was once again scolding the daughter for her lack of form (even though the mother looked like a hunchback anorexic... ooooh.... a little harsh... [clears throat]... even though the mother's form was a little lacking). The daughter abruptly stopped her triceps extensions and spun around to face her mother dead on. And then she did the most awesome thing... no words... no phrases... just a short, simple but stern "SHHHHHSSHHH!"

The look on that mother's face! Yea you go girl! Woop woop! You go on with your perfect real people food eating self! You show your mama who she's messing with.

I'm sorry! I don't know why this intrigued me so. I guess I just always root for the little man... or in this case the average wo-man.