Ultimate Crush

My regular bootcamp leader, Andrew, said he wouldn't be leading the session today and that some other guy would be filling in.

It had completely slipped my mind and as I was sitting in the parking lot, with a book in hand, I kept glancing up, looking for the van with the bootcamp logo on it, waiting for Andrew to make his appearance.

My friend pulled up beside me so I put my book away and got out of my car. I retrieved my 5 pound weights from the back seat and said, "I wonder if this will dent the top of my car ..." as I placed them there. At this point, I noticed that a car had pulled into the spot behind me. I glanced at the driver, grabbed my yoga mat, water bottle and weights, beeped my car and began to walk to our meeting place.

Laying down my mat, I notice this guy walking towards us and I think to myself, "Hmm ... could this be the guy in my friend's dream?"

Ummmm, no.

This was the replacement, or "supply teacher" that Andrew had promised us.

Oh, but he wasn't just any replacement. He's an Ultimate Fighter.

Seriously? The guy was built like a truck. And his face? Oh ... his face. So handsome. So so so so handsome. But whatever. I'm there to get my ass handed to me. Not to star in some fairy tale romance. Still ... he was lucky he was cute because, my Lord, did he ever work us hard. He focused on lower body and my legs feel like bricks right now.

Ultimate Fighter started us up with a warm up by running. If you know me, you'll know that "running" and I are not on speaking terms. We can deal with each other for a little while, but then "walking" gets jealous and pushes his way in. But walking ended up working to my advantage because on the way back to the mats, Ultimate Fighter stopped running when I stopped so we could walk together. Awww. And I swear my walking was not a ploy to talk to the guy because how was I supposed to know he'd do that, hmmmmm?

I'm kind of glad that he's not the regular at 6pm (he does the 6am session), because he wasn't playing around with the workout. I'm pretty sure he brought in some of his Ultimate Fighting Knowledge into the mix because we were doing a shit load of kicks and punches. It kind of made me want to throw a few punches for reals.

But, Ultimate Fighter will be back on Friday's session, which means that I need to find a pair of pants that don't need to be pulled up every few seconds. I don't want to mortify the poor guy with my bum crack.