Clean livin'

My friend Kiki, who lives in Greece, and I did a lot of things together as kids and as teens. I'll never forget when we decided to start exercising at the local swimming pool. They had this aerobics class that we signed up for with all the best intentions.

Now Kiki's Dad was a pretty strict guy, so he insisted on driving us too and from the pool to make sure that we were actually going where she said we were. That was no problem, since we had every intention of going to the class and becoming a couple of hard bodies.

We hopped out of the back seat of Mr. Kyrmizoglou's car...yeah, I know...Kyrmizoglou...and made our way to the aerobics room. We found a spot and watched as the instructor set up. Shortly after, the class began. We dipped, we kicked, we flexed, we pushed, we pulled. We stretched...pant...we repeated...pant, pant...we stepped...wheeze...we crunched...cough...pant...we looked at the clock to find we'd only been there for 10 minutes!

I glanced over in my friend's direction to see that she was looking at me with pain in her eyes. She goes, "do you want to go to MacDonald's?"

So needless to say, we were out the door and across the street scarfing burgers and fries within minutes! Of course we had to make it back in time for her father to see us walk out of the front door of the pool, but that was no probs! By the time his car pulled up in front of the building, we were strolling through the double doors looking like we'd just had the workout of our lives.

Aaaaah, nothing like cleeeeaaaan livin! That was the best Macworkout I've ever had!!!