Skipping Class

                So I wimped out on Friday’s class. Sure, I was still sore from Wednesday, and yes, I had a lot of paperwork to do, but deep down I knew I was just wimping out. You don’t get this out of shape without being good at avoiding exercise! When my husband said “you’re skipping already?” I got defensive. I remember muttering something along the lines of “I’m a grown woman. If I don’t ever go back that’s my decision…”

                But I did make it back Monday, so all hope isn’t lost! Monday’s class was slightly less torturous than Wednesday’s was. I don’t know if that was by design, or just because I’m starting to get into the swing of things a bit, but I’ll take it! There was lot of jumping rope, which I haven’t done since I was a kid. Also, I don’t like to jump. I have a lot of bouncing going on when I jump that is unpleasant. But I still did my best. We also did toning exercises using giant rubber bands, used the treadmill and did core stuff like crunches. I was sweating by the end, which is always a sign it was a great workout. (Often, when I had worked out on my own, I’d be done and had not sweated at all!)

                A plus I wasn’t expecting happened too. That night, I slept great! Better than in months!

                If I get sore from this class, I’ll try to remember my trainer’s words on the subject: “Pain is just weakness leaving your body.”