Dear Les Mills,
You have it all figured out don't you? You think that if you set us up in a hot classroom with four good looking, buff, musically inclined, african men and they say "can you keep up" and hand you a pile of weights that we will all go back for more? Even if the next day we are sore and seem a little foggy as to how we ended up in that class let alone that gym to begin with?
So you think that making the class feel like we are in a dance club by blasting the music and having the four instructors take turns with the mike and sing and hoot that we will all just hand over hard earned cash and come for more punishment?
Let me tell you, I think you have got it all figured out. Nothing like some eye candy and good music to keep me coming back for more. It doesn't matter how I got there or that it was still dark out when I got up to get there. It doesn't matter that I am sore and swearing that I don't want to do it again. It doesn't even matter that I know that ultimately I am in for punishment. What matters is that it keeps me coming back. Something about the guys and the music pumping and the singing made it feel a bit more like some strange clubbing scene. It was fun and the pain...well, it's my punishment for wanting to go do it again!!!
Thank you Les Mills,
Sincerely,
Happily married mom of one who feels guilty about the not so Christian thoughts she is having about your instructors.
You have it all figured out don't you? You think that if you set us up in a hot classroom with four good looking, buff, musically inclined, african men and they say "can you keep up" and hand you a pile of weights that we will all go back for more? Even if the next day we are sore and seem a little foggy as to how we ended up in that class let alone that gym to begin with?
So you think that making the class feel like we are in a dance club by blasting the music and having the four instructors take turns with the mike and sing and hoot that we will all just hand over hard earned cash and come for more punishment?
Let me tell you, I think you have got it all figured out. Nothing like some eye candy and good music to keep me coming back for more. It doesn't matter how I got there or that it was still dark out when I got up to get there. It doesn't matter that I am sore and swearing that I don't want to do it again. It doesn't even matter that I know that ultimately I am in for punishment. What matters is that it keeps me coming back. Something about the guys and the music pumping and the singing made it feel a bit more like some strange clubbing scene. It was fun and the pain...well, it's my punishment for wanting to go do it again!!!
Thank you Les Mills,
Sincerely,
Happily married mom of one who feels guilty about the not so Christian thoughts she is having about your instructors.
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