Scottish people are mean

Since beginning work I haven't managed to time it well enough to get to many classes, but I'm slowly losing my enthusiasm and my attention span is lacking, so this weekend I thought I'd try some more classes. Saturday brought Body Conditioning again, but this time with Lee Burnett.

I was a little anxious, considering the other class I had taken led by a man had been more like a PE lesson and nothing like the session advertised. In fact I had actually avoided the 10am Saturday sesh just for this reason, I suspected I wouldn't enjoy the class as much as when it is run by a female (particularly a sparky blonde.). But on this day I decided to put my prejudice aside, and try out the class.

You can only imagine my surprise when it turned out that Lee Burnett is a woman. Whatsmore, she then opened her mouth... and she was... Scottish... 

But as I said, prejudices aside.

So we began the class. It was definitely one of the better classes, it was repetitive but not to the boring lengths that made it boring. However it was painful. Very painful. And there is something both compelling and soothing about a Scottish accent. One minute she was nice as pie, the next minute I felt like I was in the military. At one point, during a lunge she moved my back leg further back from my (like I wasn't vulnerable enough) and soothingly said "That's better isn't it?" I felt I had to agree but I think in Scotland "better" means "worse".

She kept telling everyone how small and weedy our tricep muscles were. I would have been offended, but it's undeniable. She made us press up, plank, and everything else also involved being on our arms, to the point I welcome the 50 stomach crunches (that was more like 70 because she "lost count").

I hobbled away, shaking, weak, and the only thought I could muster: Scottish people are mean.