Я, конечно, стараюсь не поддаваться массовой истерии по...

I, of course, try not to succumb to mass hysteria about the flat
belly and toned pop - everything in me is beautiful and true, and the strength of my
unearthly charm distracts from possible minor flaws. However spring
there is spring, spring comes summer with swimsuits and other unpleasant
bare bellies, therefore I gathered the ass in a fist, exhaled and took a strong-willed
the decision to sign up for "Strength training for all muscle groups with elements
steppe Recommended for any level of training. "It is very good that
for any level - I, of course, was a sportswoman, last year for three days
I did squats in the morning, and my dumbbells were barred from the door to the room, but
Still, you need to start with something simpler. And then how will I go to the gym
the hall, how I’m going to be diced, how I’ll become one solid muscle ball!
Nothing foreshadowed trouble - aunts of different builds in a spacious hall,
similar to the coffins for Steppe dwarfs, rhythmic music, trainers
not yet. Remembering that before training the athletes warm up, I'm with
with a focused face jumped, turned her head and showed in every possible way
to those present that they were visited by a fitness fan who knows that
as! So, where is the coach already? What the fuck is, I do not understand? ..

A trainer jumped in - a little pumped up woman:
- Is this your first time? It will be hard - take a break. Go!

Five minutes, normal flight! Great to jump to the music - what am I here
did not come before? It is necessary to engage in sports, giving a healthy lifestyle!

Seven minutes, the flight is normal, but bewilderment grows inside - that's what, all
50 minutes at this pace will be?

Ten minutes, the flight is so-so. I have twenty women around me with killer faces
waving their legs and hammering into the platform - what's the elephant compared to the battalion
gloomy aunts, who decided to clean up!

Twelve minutes, bewilderment grows stronger. Aunt-trainer not even
flushed:

- More active! Mach step, overrun! Four more times, do not slow down!

Fifteen minutes - I'm going to burst with splashes and get your room dirty. Or
my leg on the next swing will come off. Understand why other women are so
hollow in step-platforms, I also hated my own: get it, gadskaya thing,
here you and again! So that you broke, to hell!

Twenty minutes, we take rugs, now there will be a complex on a press. Well glory
God, at least not to ride, otherwise I’ve got the pain in my face and the mug with our banner of color
one - sometimes blue, sometimes red, and a couple of white spots.

Twenty-two minutes: Mom! Return the step platform, I want to die in
movement, and not in a posture of epileptic cancer! I can't throw my legs behind my head
force of abdominal muscles. I have no muscles there, I have breakfast and nerves there.

Twenty-five minutes: who farted? Exercises on the press are not in vain
Belarusian partisans could torture German prisoners by twisting - after the 15th
Once I am ready to tell all the secrets of the universe.

- Not freebie! Who wants to go with a bare tummy in the summer? We work! If I
now I die, then in summer my bare tummy will excite me a little - I quietly slip
on the floor and breathing in the passage. The mirror reflects the priests of all colors and sizes and
faces of the same color - crimson, the expression of faces is as gloomy
- anti-cellulite jihad.

Thirty minutes: the group looks like a squad of zombies - staggering figures in
half-crouch, disheveled hair and eyes burning with sacred thought. Sorry,
but I can not curl into such a pose, my legs grow in the opposite
direction. And I can hardly in this life! And so I also can not do
it is, after all, simply indecent! Need to somehow pinch off
a piece from the trainers and pass for analysis - it is rubber, a normal person in
such knots cannot be tied.
Thirty-five minutes: of course, why not squeeze it last? My
the body pretends to be a trembling cloth and refuses to accept any
position, except for purely horizontal.

- So, girls, we push on the platform, touch her breast - who
touches, his chest is beautiful!

I touched the platform with my chest almost immediately and remained lying -
is it considered or not?

Forty minutes: I can not sit like that, my legs do not bend like that! Get out
little finger hands to the little finger legs in this position? This is utopia. What are you doing?!
Stop breaking my body! What a strong woman coach, so small and
so cruel! I do not fold, I'm from a single piece of wood
done, aaaaa! Wait, don't leave! Spread me back immediately I
I won’t straighten myself, and I don’t get into a car like this!

Forty five minutes: really want to hide behind the step platform. I'll die in agony
right on the final stretch - tear in half to the score of "three." Forgive me
all for everything! And-and-and-hryas!

Fifty minutes: someone good gathered me in a heap and rolled back to the wall.
The lesson is over, waiting for us in two days. Wait, Ale, husband? Come and take my remains. God, how bad! ..

Morning: ss ss ss ss- .. God, yesterday I felt good, I was bad for me today!
It feels like I was sleeping in a working concrete mixer - I can move
only with eyes. Etc