Moons over my hammie!

No, I'm not talking about breakfast at Denny's, although a big stack of pancakes sounds glorious. I'm talking about the number that was done on my hamstrings last night, as my ass AND my abs. What a great workout. Spin class was great of course. We had our usual kick-ass instructor who beat us to hell and then slapped us around some more. Walking is always tough after her class - which is a good thing. Then it was on to ab work with Molly. I swear she makes up stuff just to see if I'll do it. What the f^*%&^$!@ is a windmill? Well, we did that along with a few other ab exercises that made me call her a bitch out loud. And I meant it.