As part of my 2008 “Be Strong and Fabulous” plan, I got up early and headed into work to take a fitness class from 7-8am. I needed a challenge and a little motivation, so I thought I’d try it out. Holy shit. My ass has been kicked. In a good way, but still. I have a bad feeling that I won’t be able to wash my hair tomorrow. Halfway though class, the instructor actually looked at me and said, “Usually if you don’t throw up during the first class, you’ll be golden.” Great. It seriously made me reconsider the half of banana I had eaten before I walked in. I won’t do that again.
It reminded me of gym class in elementary school, except instead of giggling with my girlfriends, I was actually swearing under my breath after my fourth running lap around the parking garage. It’s an ever-changing mix of cardio and weight/resistance training. Jumping jacks, jumping rope, wind sprints, tons of squats, pushups, lunges and crunches.. all things that I would never do by myself. Apprently, he’s going for cardio and muscle endurance, which at this point, I have none of. I only did about half of each strength exercise, but I figure it gives me something to work towards.
I got to my desk at 8:45. AM. That’s so early, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Three times a week.. that should motivate me and whip me into shape. Or kill me. We’ll see.
