So those jeggins/pajama jeans god-awful things are back at the gym. I went to Zumba today and my instructor was wearing these jeggins/pajama jeans with a zumba label on the butt. She looked like a backup dancer for DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. I can't figure out who wants to wear jeans at the gym. I know if you look good you feel good, but it was sooooo distracting with that look. Fitted Yoga Pants, check. Cute top, check. Sports bra to harness the girls, check. Jeggins and a muscle tee? Uh.... It's Zumba. You're supposed to look hot, not like a Jersey Shore extra!
I bought my heart rate monitor. It scares me. A lot. You have to wet it and wash it. This is the level of commitment I've been avoiding..... I know, I know, I have to do it. It's important. I'm going to set it up tonight.
Zumba for 60 minutes. Played with the foam roller. Got a 'real' massage and it was blissful.
295/1680. Not bad for the 4th of the month!
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