Together, my friend Ashley, who is not quite in the same boat, but it's been a while for her too, and I jumped head first into
So in we go to an hour long class, filled with lots of anxiety and something that feels a little like hope.
Our instructor is everything like Gloria from Modern Family. And I mean to be a compliment. I loved her. Not understanding that it's been an eternity since I've done any sort of work out, she tried her hardest to convince us we needed more than 5 pounds worth of barbell. Sooo, I take it that means you don't have anything lighter? Which is what we were really trying to find out...
I'm extremely proud of the both of us. I didn't expect us to last the entire hour. I thought we'd be those lame-O's walking out in the first half hour. And while we may have quit on an exercise here and there, we were champs. I was giggling hysterically within the first 15 minutes because I was already whipped. This woman seemed, to me, to be on crack. But we did last the entire hour. Even did ridiculous things like squats around a full track with above mentioned 5 pound bar. Then do four flights of stairs with the bar, taking two at a time on the way up.. blahhhh.. kill me now, I was thinking!!
I was kind of on a high afterwards that lasted for like an hour.. you know.. until my body started to collapse. It's still hasn't picked itself up. It keeps getting worse, in fact. From what I hear it'll be the worst tomorrow, so that's something to look forward to.
I'm going back, though, with all that being said. Twice a week. That's all it's offered. The babe is booked in CDC through the next month, so I'm committed.
It's strange how something so tortuous can make you feel so good at the same time, isn't it? While I dread the next class, I do look forward to a time where I can enjoy it!