Wow! What a week. It is honestly a miracle I can type. The truth is- if we had real finger muscles that could be isolated, those would hurt too. I have completed 2 Body Pumps, 1 Body Attack (my final one for the week is tomorrow), 2 Boot Camps, and a Step class this week. I've managed to discover new butt muscles, bruise my shins, smash my knee on a plate, turn my legs into mush, and probably lose another bra size!
I've had a blast!!!! That's the truth. I've whined, complained, and wanted to cry. Although I am sore, I feel great! I've lost almost 3 pounds this week and made some new friends ;)
Yesterday I did a double workout. At Attack in the morning, my usual space was kind of crowded. I didn't mind at all. My fearless leader, however, did. So she told me to move to the wide open space. Front. And. Center. I resisted, so she said the magic words, "I challenge you..." We all know I listened.
In the afternoon, I came back for Step. It has been a number of years since I stepped...like 8, maybe? I caught back on fairly quickly, but my legs just wouldn't cooperate. Finally I moved off of my step to the floor. I have a hard time moving on a flat surface, so my chance of a broken bone were increased on the step!
I even had to strip off my t- shirt. It was soaking wet with sweat, so I went down to my tank top. The SECOND class was over, I covered right back up. I was exhausted, and even fell asleep super early (I'm sorry, Celtics).
This morning's Boot Camp was all about making a good blog. First it was the bleeping-beep test. I tried to go Joel Osteen on it and claimed that I was going to do 40 beeps (last month I did 13). My legs hurt sooo bad, and I was really hoping to just meet my last month's score. So, I made 1,2,3,4,5,6 and decided I was almost halfway there. I talked my legs all the way to 18 beeps!!! I was so proud. I figured we were done running for the day. WRONG. We then went outside- in June- in Alabama. We got in teams of three and had to divide up 100 exercises (100 push-ups, 100 squats, 100 mountain climbers, 100 pukies...I mean, burpees). After we did 100, we ran half a mile. So I did manage to run a mile today. Wow! I'm so exhausted. I think I'll spend some quality time with Advil tonight and start shoe shopping this weekend.
Seriously. The working out is enjoyable, the weight loss is nice, but the people are AMAZING. In my job, I rarely see my colleagues to bond, I don't have a lot of close friends (the job helps with that too), my family lives almost 600 miles away, and the Rainman and I live 45 minutes apart. I've found a place where I feel accepted, and the best part is that I'm accepted for who I am. We are all different: short, tall, skinny, fat (well, we know who that is), white, black, beautiful, ugly, moms, grandmas, at risk of being the crazy cat lady, married, divorced...at 5:00 am, none of it matters. I adore this group of women (and boy Kelly). I can't imagine going back to a place without them. The support is unreal. We laugh, pick at each other, and talk about life. At the risk of sounding as mushy as my legs feel, I've finally found my CHEERS. Maybe I'm wrong, but I sure as heck hope not. GCC and my workout people rock- and I adore them- even when they push me, tell me to quit whining :), and ditch me all together on a Tuesday. I just want y'all to know how much I appreciate you!! <3
PS. Someone left their saddle on the stage outside.
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