Yllas! Yllas! Uks-Kyks-Kol ja Pumpa!

I have no idea what I have spelled in the title, but if the words mean nothing to you, then they mean little more to me, especially when they are shouted by a slim little aerobics instructor to an eccletic bunch of Finnish women, and two Australians, one struggling to keep up, and one struggling to keep her pants up.

GaijinGirl and I did a Stockmann's Motivus work out class. It was supposed to be good for beginners, with easy choreography. It turned out to be fairly active, quite crowded and pretty difficult for someone who's not sure of their left and right in English, let alone Finnish, and even more so when asked to grapevine in that direction.

We were a little daunted before we got to the class. Opening the door to the change rooms, you're immediately met by a lot of naked women (male readers can stop fantasising now as nearly all of them were over 45) hanging around the change room door and the door to the exercise class itself.

Then the class started promptly on time (like Finnish trains) so that we scurried in like naughty school girls while everyone was silently marching (very Finnish military) and then had to be scrounge around for our tickets (like Finnish deli counters).

The music was great and GaijinGirl wiggled dance moves in between each set which might be why she was so exhausted afterwards. Or it might be because she's not as fit as her hot body might indicate! When we had enough breath we Roy and HG commenated over the instructor, as everything was in Finnish. No need to eloborate on the comments we made when the whole class got down on all fours...

We had a great time, worked out stomach muscles out more than the others by laughing at each other and celebrated the whole ordeal with some kebab meals, we worked up such an appetite. Whether we will get any fitter remains to be seen, but GaijinGirl tells me it's all in the attitude.