Deep Water Workout - NOT for Eric

Last night was OUR first Deep Water Workout class at the local recreation center. I've been waiting MONTHS for this class and I was so excited (and nervous) about starting! Eric on the other hand -- not so excited.

I was hoping for a class led by a lady that looked like Carmen Electra. She did not.
I was hoping for classmates that looked like Brad Pitt & Angelina Jolie. They were not.
I was hoping for some work-your-ass-off workout music. It was not.

Yet -- I liked it. Eric - not so much.

The class was led by a nice looking fit lady who mimicked our workouts on the edge of the pool while my classmates and I flailed around under water. She would, in a very encouraging tone scream "Woo! Alright!" or "Smile ladies!"

The classmates -- all over 60 with saggy bathing suites, yet kind spirits.

The music -- "We are family! I got all my sistas with me!"

The REAL KICKER -- waistline flotation devices. Yep -- they looked like jumbo yellow weight liftings belts that clicked in to place to keep you bobbing in the water like a giant buoy.

Let me just say that I don't care one lick that Eric's testosterone couldn't handle chillin with me and the ladies in the Deep Water Workout class. The fact that he refused to participate in the class was fine. Why? Because watching him stand on the side of the pool, in his swim trunks & his yellow flotation device, seriously meditating on how the fuck he was going to get out of the situation was WELL WORTH the $50 I paid for him to join the class!!! Oh Sweet Jesus that was funny!