The first rule of boot camp is... You don't talk about boot camp.
The second rule? Do not adjust your treadmill's incline. It seems like a little itty bitty thing, right? Wrong, Fatso!
Apparently, adjusting your own incline is the number one personal pet peeve of Barry (of Barry's Boot Camp). I was good. I stayed on my 15 incline for the entire 30-minutes, all the while staring at my reflection in the full length mirrors and mouthing the lyrics to The Humpty Dance. (Don't ask me why; it was 6:00 AM, and it gave me personal power.)
But Karen! Oh, Karen! Damn you to fat camp, Karen! Karen couldn't take 15 and kept lowering her own incline, despite Barry's microphone-amplified screams. I tried to give Karen some inspiration. First with things like: "Come on, Karen!" "Yeah, Karen!" "You can do it, Karen!" But that quickly gave way to: "Listen, you fucking fat bitch! If you touch that incline one more time, I'll cut your backfat!"
Well, fears of lovehandle cuts via MiCHaeL aNTHoNY did nothing to instill fear in the rotund Karen. She lowered her incline, and Barry went berserk! As punishment, our entire team had to do 15 laps up and down the La Cienega / Sunset hill.
I and my ever-sore inner thighs hate Karen!
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