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

Of course, I try not to succumb to mass hysteria about flat


stomachs and fit pop - everything in me is beautiful and so, and the strength of my


unearthly charm distracts from possible minor flaws. Spring however


there is spring, spring will come summer with swimwear and other unpleasant


bare stomachs, so I gathered my ass in a fist, exhaled and took a strong-willed


decision to sign up for Strength training for all muscle groups with elements


step. Recommended for any level of training. "It is very good that


for any level - I, of course, have been an athlete, last year three days

 

Squats in the morning did, and I have dumbbells the door to the room propped up, but


still, you need to start with something simpler. And then how do I go to the gym


Hall, how I will be covered in cubes, how I will become one continuous ball of muscle!


Nothing portended trouble - aunts of different builds in a spacious hall,


coffin-like dwarf step-platforms, rhythmic music, trainers


not yet. Remembering that before the training the athletes warm up, I


I jumped with a focused face, turned my head and showed in every possible way


to those present that they were visited by a fitness fan who knows that and


as! So, where is the coach already? What is this vapsche, I do not understand? ..


The trainer jumped up - a little pumped up woman:


“Is this your first time?” It will be hard - take a break. Go!


Five minutes, the flight is normal! It's great to jump to music - what am I here


haven't come before? It is necessary to engage in sports, give a healthy lifestyle!


Seven minutes, the flight is normal, but bewilderment grows inside - that's all


Will there be 50 minutes at this pace?


Ten minutes, the flight is so-so. There are twenty women around me with faces of killers


they wave their legs and hammer into the platform - that there is an elephant compared to the battalion


gloomy aunts who decided to put themselves in order!


Twelve minutes, perplexity grows stronger. Aunt trainer doesn't even


turned pink:


- Even more active! Mach, step, overwhelming! Four more times, don't slow down!


Fifteen minutes - now I burst with spray and stain your room. Or u


my leg on the next swing will come off. I understand why the rest of the women are so


hammering in the step platform, I also hated mine: get it, you gad thing,


here you are, and again! So that you break, to hell!


Twenty minutes, we take mats, now there will be a press complex. Well glory


to God, at least not to skip, otherwise I got sick of the erysipelas with our color banner


one - in places blue, sometimes red, and a pair of white spots.


Twenty two minutes: mom! Bring back the step platform, I want to die in


movement, and not in the pose of epileptic cancer! I can't throw my legs behind my head


the strength of the abdominal muscles. I have no muscles there, I have breakfast there and nerves.


Twenty five minutes: who farted? Press exercises are not in vain -


Belarusian partisans could torture captive Germans by twisting - after the 15th


times I am ready to tell all the secrets of the universe.


- Do not freebie! Who wants to walk with a bare tummy in the summer? We are working! If I


Now I’m going to die, then the summer’s bare tummy will not worry me much in the summer - I’m crawling quietly


on the floor and breathing into the aisle. In the mirror priests of all colors and sizes are reflected and


erysipelas of the same color - crimson, facial expression is still the same gloomy


anti-cellulite jihad.


Thirty minutes: the group is like a squad of zombies - staggering figures in


half-squat, disheveled hair and eyes burning with a sacred thought. Sorry,


but I can’t curl up in such a pose, my legs are growing in the opposite


direction. And I can hardly in this life! And so I can’t do it either


this, after all, is simply indecent! It’s necessary to nibble somehow imperceptibly


a piece from the trainer and pass for analysis - she’s a rubber, normal person in


such nodes will not be able to start.


Thirty-five minutes: of course, why not push up one last time? My


the body pretends to be a trembling rag and refuses to accept any


provisions, except purely horizontal.


- So, girls, push up on the platform, touch her breasts - 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’t sit down like this, my legs don’t bend like that! To get


little fingers hands to little feet in such a pose? This is utopia. What are you doing?!


Stop breaking my body! What a strong woman trainer, so small and


so cruel! I will not work out like this, I'm from a single piece of wood


done, ahhhhh! Wait, don’t leave! Put me back immediately, I


I won’t straighten myself, and I won’t get into such a messy car!


Forty-five minutes: I really want to hide behind the step platform. I'll die in agony


right on the final stretch - I’ll tear in half to the score of “three”. Excuse me


all for everything! And-and-and-and-so!


Fifty minutes: someone good gathered me in a heap and rolled me to the wall.


The lesson is over, they are waiting for us in two days. Wait - Ale, husband? Come and take my remains. Lord, how bad! ..


Morning: s-s-s-s-s .. Lord, yesterday m