So, as a means to get out of the house, get totally ripped, and get to see women in tight clothing I've been attending EveryBODIES Bootcamp at Urban Active. There is a mix of people who attend this, but most fall into a few categories: insane fitness girls, normal girls, buff guys, creepy guys, old couples trying to get in shape together... A few weeks ago someone strolled into bootcamp with his own category. I don't know his real name, but there is something off about him--so I call him Corky. Corky takes bootcamp very seriously. He almost always wear some sort of military themed, airbrushed t-shirt, sports the crew cut, carries his items to the gym in a US marked camo buttpack, and goes hog wild when we do mountain climbers. A couple classes ago we were doing 'parachute runs'. During this exercise, one person loops a rubber band with handles around themselves and a partner runs behind them, pulling, to create resistance. I think mostly because of the mud episode, but possibly also due to my lack of coordiation, the fitness instructor paired me up with Corky. Now you might not know it to look at him, but Corky can run like the wind. I really had to struggle to keep up, to avoid the waterskiing home video of someone being dragged behind the boat image that kept playing in my mind. Being dragged behind Corky on the sidewalk could have really impacted my career as a male model.
Last night at class, Corky broke out a move that had everyone in the class laughing/impressed. We were doing a series of three lunges, and after the third we did a small jump up into the air. Corky decided gravity was a week opponent, so he strayed from the standard Jazzerise move and while jumping insanely high, did the splits and was able to touch his feet with his hands. Now say what you want about mentally disabled people, but with moves like that I don't think Corky is spending his evening watching a woot off.
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