Has anyone ever watched Stick It?
It’s produced by the same writer who did Bring It On, which should give you an idea of its quality.
Nevertheless, it’s one of the only gymnastics movies out there, so my sister owns it.
Among its many snarky one-liners, we like to recite the one that goes, “It’s not called gymnicestics!“
I brought my breakfast to the gym:
I wish this coffee had worked, but I’m almost certain the box is circa 1990. Anywho, the flavor was perky!
Rainbow chard, sauteed with chickpeas and spiced with garam masala. Topped with leftover winter squash puree!
And then we went to the mall.
After a few hours, we were all, might I say, cranky.as.fuck.
With a handful of almonds in the car ride back, I was content again and ready to attend the Zumba launch at my gym!
Verdict? I loved it. I like it more than BodyJam classes, because I prefer latin music and hip shaking than jazz with footwork. I’m sad that I’ll only be able to take advantage of it for a few days before I leave for Colorado!
And then my sister bakes molasses muffins.
Are you sure it’s not called gymnicestics?