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Lois Lane and the HeadShrinker participate in a butt-kicking, Fitness Boot Camp workout on one HOT August Arizona night!

Neither requires medical attention... However, cries for "Divine Intervention" are heard echoing through the desert!

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I am so proud of Lois Lane and the HeadShrinker.

They threw themselves whole-heartedly (mind, body AND spirit) into Fitness Boot Camp...

And in the end, they were "one of us": mangled muscles, pretzeled limbs, begging for mercy and some form of end-in-sight from the Boot Camp Guru.

For first-timers, the two of them were very brave souls (and ultimately, also my comic relief).

My evening's amusement began when the 5-minute warm-up was over and the Boot Camp Guru instructed us to get our heart rates higher by "picking up the pace". Lois Lane turned to me and with an element of seriousness said, "But I thought this was a good pace right here."

Five minutes later, we were instructed to take a lap around the park where the HeadShrinker actually attempted to escape by dashing toward the street to the parked cars. Luckily, Lois Lane (who has 3 children under the age of 4 and some serious experience at latching onto a fast-moving "blur" of a human being running toward the street) grabbed the HeadShrinker and reeled her back in with the rest of us. The HeadShrinker never stood a chance against those lightning-fast, mommy-reflexes...

The evening's workout format was a Cardio Circuit - four minutes of exercise with one minute of rest, doing each exercise for one full minute, and repeating that sequence 6 to 8 times. It was a pretty typical Cardio Circuit. Nothing TOO excessive.

But, at some point, the HeadShrinker demanded to know the Boot Camp Guru's definition for "One Minute" and strongly suggested that the Guru contact her cellular provider (the cell phone is the "stop watch") to confirm that the time setting on the Guru's phone is accurate. (Because the HeadShrinker is convinced that "one minute" in her world isn't the same as "one minute" in the Guru's.)

I also really had to laugh at the HeadShrinker's "clinical assessment" which she blurted out after nearly 60 minutes of exercise in extreme heat: "In my professional opinion, you're ALL crazy!" (Well, HeadShrinker... Think about it. If you moved back to Arizona, you'd have a dozen Boot Campers to analyze this month alone!)

Regardless of the giggles I got from these two during the workout (which only make abs and push-ups that much harder), in the end, Lois Lane got the last laugh...

As we were saying our good-byes, she pointed out to me that she only writes the stories and that ultimately, her husband, Clark Kent (a.k.a. Superman, no relation to SuperCuz), is the one in charge of the layout and design.

That means that Clark Kent, not Lois Lane, will select which photos will be printed on the newspaper page to accompany the articles.

This may not sound like a problem, but I assure you it is.

You see, a few years ago there was a certain "Exploding Golf Ball" incident during Clark Kent's days as a Triple Bogey. And, if he's still harboring any bad feelings or ill-will toward my participation in the whole episode (because admittedly, I was the Internet shopper who found and purchased the exploding golf ball, but Hubby and the SportsGeek - the other two Triple Bogeys - were the ones who schemed the whole idea!), then I'm in trouble, because none of the photos that will go to press are going to be exceptionally flattering of me.

I begged Lois Lane for some potential peace-offerings or bribes for Clark Kent, but she was unwilling to enter into any - ANY - negotiations until this morning when she determined how sore she felt after her night at Boot Camp.

With any luck, she'll feel AWESOME!

So, basically, more than everyone else in the class, I fear the photos that will be on the page because of my involvement in a "harmless prank" committed in my "youth".

Yet, regardless of the photos that find their way into the paper, I had a blast out there last night with two of my friends.