Just coming up for air to let you now that this is what I am up to most of the time.
I have been Powerhooped.
I gyrate a lot. I gyrate like an item number on acid. I can do this without losing the hoop for about 5 minutes at a stretch ONE WAY. (You have to hula in both directions for optimal effect). The veterans can hoop through an entire episode of Desperate Housewives.
I have welts and bruises all around my waist, and I hurt in ways I did not know was possible. This is all good because I know now that under all the blubber my abs were still holding out for me. THEY STILL WANT ME, PEEPULS. It was never over, that brief love affair.
I love it and I am already dreaming of a notion of a waistline again – setting the bar low, see?
As if I wasn’t addicted enough, I set it to music. This track. What was I thinking?
Now between the hooping and the Zumba (ZUMBAAAAAA!), the Viking will have to sedate me soon.
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