I have chronicled my ongoing issues with the treadmill. Sometimes I get bored. Okay, a lot of the time I am bored for the entire hour I'm on it. So when a friend from church talked about a class she attends on Mondays at the same gym, I thought of giving it a try. I told myself that I would do it today if my friend was there too. Sure enough, she showed up at the same time as me. So when she asked if I was going to do the class, I said yes.
And then I said goodbye to normally functioning body parts.
We started with a couple of laps around the parking lot. Easy as pie, since I've been jogging for the last three months. Then we moved to the street. Where we did sprints. Sprints. I don't sprint anywhere, except maybe the bathroom. After that bit of torture, we moved on to walking lunges. Not so bad. We did a few more things outside, then moved indoors, since our faces were melting in the absurd Texas heat.
I thought it was a little tough outside, but I had no idea what I was in for inside. We did a couple of stretching things (like my professional terminology?). Then we began the stations. Squats with medicine balls, lunges with a bar, jump rope, free weights, sit-ups and push-ups, resistance bands and other cardio worked in between stations. My legs felt like jell-o. I wondered if I would have to ask a trainer to carry Butterfly out for me. My friend wondered if I would be speaking to her.
It was great! So H-A-R-D! But fun to challenge myself in a new way. I plan on doing the class on Mondays and the treadmill two or three times a week. I had reached a bit of a plateau in terms of weight loss and motivation, so this seems to be what I need to kick it up a notch (thanks for the phrase Emeril).