Saturday 8:00 am I decided to hit the gym... literally! Around 8:10 am I jumped in the swimming pool and got myself some aqua.. fit, baby! Then ran to the Bar class, for the 9.00 am shift. Hey, don't you think I went drinking, oops it was a BARE class, some kind of aerobic and ballet. Well, once I was a ballerina... kind of, until I lost the rehearsal days and I become a gangsta, or better said a MC Hammer fan. I got the "can't touch this!" to perfection, the only people allowed to touch me, are of course my kitties! Anyway,  I found this class very intense for my non-existing level of fitness. If you want to get out of comission, I highly recommend this class. You can  be crippled in no time. Somehow I managed to got through it, don't mind me limping. Then, I decided to do some yoga to soothe my pain. My favorite position in Yoga is the Savasna, for those who don't know, it's  that one where you are allowed to snor-snor, faking deep-meditation, I am just zooming out. After that, I jumped into a zumba class and then into a Learn to Dance, where of course  started waltzing. I did, what  I call it a overkill: "assisted suicide", pardon me, I meant assisted exercise from 8:10 am  to 2:00 pm. Mind you, I am thinking to make this my weekend routine, because I need to get in shape... well any other shape except the "Mary goes round and round" figure of speech!