Monday was my eighth wedding anniversary, and Husband and I had dinner plans that night at dell’anima. That’s all well and good except it meant I couldn’t make the core conditioning class at the gym. Not wanting to miss the chance at lunge-induced fainting, I decided to attend the morning Boot Camp class instead. It was 15 minutes longer than the core class, but I thought, I’ll just pace myself.
The class is run by a superfit woman who is basically a sprite with buns of steel. She has us do 10 different exercises, each which work multiple muscle groups. 15 reps each, 3 sets, in quick succession so we get our heart rate up. Each set ends with a plyometric exercise–jumping up out of a squat, etc.
Push-ups, lunges with weights, squats with weights, swoopy cross-body arm lift things with weights, one-armed sideways push-ups, side lunges, knee kicks. All I know is that the first set I was game (couldn’t get all 15 done for each exercise, though), and the second set was fun because I knew the routine. The third set was another story all together—I had totally slowed down, and had to laugh my way through those sideways push-ups, they we’re just so impossibly hard. Sweat was pouring off my face as if it was a faucet; I felt absurd in my cute spandex shorts and tight tee. Irony: looking adorable, I’d found the one place in the gym where it was about what you could bring rather than how you looked. Now I know for next time.
Fortunately, I never neared fainting. No, instead I just plowed my way through the exercises, until the final plyometric. I swear I was telling my body Jump dammit! but I could barely get off the ground. I had turned to jelly. My arms shook, I had to casually amble to the locker room so people wouldn’t notice my wobbly legs. In the shower, I could barely lift my arms to shampoo. Carrying my gym bag and purse the seven blocks to the office was a Herculean task; I walked very slowly.
Of course, I loved every minute. And, yes, it is now Thursday and while most of the muscle ache is gone, my adductors and hamstrings still hurt a little! Wow. And, tonight I am going to the core conditioning class with Popeye. I may end up with a defined ab if I’m not careful.