sweaty pilates

Ok. I decided to hit the gym for a second round today with a friend of mine and workout partner, Meg. In our super motivated-ness, we hit up a high-intensity step class with plans to cool off with a pilates class afterwards. The step class was so intense I turned into a beet red huffing hispanic, and Meg was my blonde friend who kept getting confused on the complicated choreography. We jetted directly from step to pilates, and it was like another world. Step was a motley crew of overweight ladies, over-hyped Asians, and a smattering of men. Meg and I were the only normal gals in that damn class, but everyone was steppin and dancing over risers in our attempt at fitness and weight loss.

Pilates, on the other hand was the land of leggy blondes lacking waists and curves. Prim and prissy gals in their designer yoga/pilates gear, Meg and I (wearing practically pj's for workout gear in baggy yoga pants and t-shirts, flattering and sexy!) stood out like sweaty chubby rejects. We got down to business though and soon were halfway through the class and onto leg workouts. So, I'm lying on my side, facing at Meg doing some leg lifts. Remembering I had a horrible case sweaty crotch, I glance in the mirror to check myself out. Confirm my dryness 'cause I'm wearing flesh-colored pants that show moisture. I'm looking in the mirror, marveling at the fact that i am still sporting a sweat thong and Meg catches me checking at my crotch. It looks like I pee'd my pants. Like I am so turned on by pilates, that I've started leaking. Any moment, I could queef, and it would be a loud sweaty queef-call. She starts laughing at me, which makes me laugh too. I have to put my head down on the mat to control myself, and I'm still shaking with laughter. Horribly, it's in a pin-drop silent pilates class. No other sounds, but Meg and I laughing at my own sweaty crotch. And these blonde ambiguous-looking aloof babes are so disgusted at our rudeness. Good times at the gym.