The Greatest, Fittest Super-Duo of All Time

Tuesday evening is Long Aerobics Night, something I look forward to each week. The first class is a 45 minute step and cardio class, and the second class is called BodyFlow, which is a mixture of yoga/tai-chi/pilates. The instructor, Aideen, is a short peppy girl with streaks of blond or red in her hair, depending on the week.

This past Saturday, I went to the gym and Aideen happened to be working at the front desk. We talked for awhile, and then she told me about a special thing she had in store. Her boyfriend, Jason, was also coming to class on Tuesday, and they were planning to teach together. It was going to be full cardio and no step. I was planning on going anyway, no matter what workout she had planned. I'm so very glad indeed that I went this evening. It was a great workout, motivational, energetic, and funny as hell.

Jason has a blond faux-hawk, and was wearing tight black shorts and a black tank top. Aideen wore a similar outfit, but with black pants. When they taught together they were totally in sync, and fed off one another's energy. If Aideen jumped higher than Jason, the next round Jason tried to jump higher than Aideen. If she said, "Whooo!" he said, "Hup! Hup! Here we go!" When we jogged in a circle and he said, "Kick those asses!", she said, "Knees up, up, up! Get 'em up!" They were a cross between the Will Farrell and Cheri O'Teri cheerleader skit from Saturday Night Live, and any male/female superduo you can think of, be it AquaMan/Girl, Superman/Woman, Hall and Oates (just checking to see if you're paying attention).

It was really hard not to fall on the floor laughing, though I wouldn't have been laughing at them; I would've been laughing because of them. The key difference here is that I wouldn't be making fun of them, I would be having fun because of them. (Think: Who have you laughed because of?)

After class I told them, "You guys are so cute. In America, you'd be wearing letter sweaters and cheering for the football squad." They laughed in unison. It was soooo cute. And then they went to the lockerroom, maybe to change into their matching tights and capes so they could fly through the air properly, one just a few inches ahead of the other.

PS: In previous post, Po' Bastard forgot to mention that the roll-out cookies were also not rolled-out with a rolling pin per se. Po' Bastard used an empty wine bottle, and because of successful results vows to use it for all eternity.