I did it! I went to the dreaded Body Pump class. Guess what? I liked it! I could keep up! I was proud of myself! Now I hurt.
I decided to suck it up, be a woman, and go to the class like I had promised my bff. No excuses, and very little whining. But let me tell you, I thought I was going to either throw up or cry on the way to the class. Seriously. Instead of psyching myself up, I psyched myself out. I was sure I would fail, possibly die even. Adam Sandler's "They're all gonna laugh at you" played over and over again in my head. I questioned my attire, my body, my sanity.
I met my girl in the parking lot. She was so ready. I pretended to be ready. When it comes to best friends, this girl really knows how to play the role. She was supportive, and wouldn't let me be as neurotic as I wanted to be as we entered the gym, and then the class. The class was filled with people at a variety of fitness levels. So score one for my self-esteem. I wasn't the odd woman out. I was one of two newbies to the class. The instructor was pumptastic! I really liked her. Her energy was great, she was very encouraging, and she didn't make it all sound and seem like it was as easy as taking a breath. Because it wasn't.
The class started with "Ab Frenzy" After that 15 minutes of hell I was pretty much ready to proclaim myself exercised and hit the door. But no, the fun was just beginning. I lifted, I lunged, I crunched, and I did a whole lot of other things I wouldn't have imagined myself doing. But I did it, and I survived. I actually enjoyed it. I felt like I had accomplished something when I finished. I am actually looking forward to next week. And God bless my awesome, supportive bff. As we parted ways she said " I am so proud of you, you did such an awesome job!" Every girl needs that encouragement once in a while.
My fingers are about the only functioning body part right now. I am a bit concerned about running at 5 am. We'll see if I can lift my aching body out of the bed. Here's to hoping!