Today felt as if it was the first day I went back to the gym post The Comedian. I joined the gym back in January and went regularly until I decided to become a Shredhead and train for a 5k. I ignored the class schedule taped up on the fridge and never gave it a second thought. After the 5k however, I felt I needed more. Since The Comedian has officially weaned herself with a snub nose and stiff arm to my chest I figured now was the best time. I can lose my weight and get toned up again. Simple.
Heh.
Before The Comedian I took a class that was all weights for an hour and a half a few times a week and I loved it. It challenged me and totally re-shaped my form. I felt fantastic and that I looked better than before I had TD. This new gym has Body Pump. Sounds fun, huh? Each time I think of it I think, ” Just pump it. Pump it up.” I took a peek at it last week and wanted to hide in a corner. They weren’t using free weights. They were dead lifting with bars and discs! Oh my. Unlike my former gym there were men in there too. It was positively intimidating. Throw in the fact that by the time I’m done with the class and have driven home it’s lunch time and I still haven’t showered. I felt totally unmotivated. The idea of using the locker room kind of throws me. I just don’t dig seeing so many naked butts and sweaty tatas. And I grew up in a naked house. Everyone always seems tanner than me and I can’t understand it. I’m the whitest white girl, I swear.
It took me two hours to get our gear together and get out to the door with both girls. Everyone was ready and we headed off to the gym. After depositing the girls in the Kidz Zone (why do they misspell kids stuff?!) I walked to my class. I settled in with all my discs, bar, bench and mat. The instructor picked me out in a nanosecond and forced me up front despite my, “Seriously? Why the hell?! Grr….” comment. I loathe the front. Especially when I’m such a light weight user.
Fifteen minutes in I was feeling the burn. My quads were screaming and only the thought of it increasing my running speed spurned me on. After about three minutes of triceps I noticed the front of my shirt was drenched. My hair was wet and my arms were shaking. I feared decapitation by the bar. An hour later I felt light, exhilarated and like I was going to fall down the flight of stairs to the locker room because my legs were trembling so much. My sports bra was soaked and I just wanted a shower. Old lady junk in my face be damned!
Twenty-five minutes later we were in the car and I felt complete. The stress in my shoulders that I’ve been harboring was gone. I’m ready to go again. I’m ready to transform myself from post-pregnant Mom body to who I used to be. It feels terrific.
Oh, and does anyone else dry their hair while completely naked? Yeah, me neither.
My gym calls it "24 Set" and it kicks my ass every time. When my muscles won't squat or lift or do weird jumpy moves anymore the instructor always yells "Don't quit!! Don't quit!! You can't stop!!" It hurts but I love it.
Three cheers (or bicep curls) for Body Pump!!! And, yes, I do. But in the privacy of my own home. I get too hot otherwise.
Ooooh, I love Body Pump. My old gym had it and I could go 4 times a week. My current gym has something *like* it, but it's just not the same.
Oh yeah, and I agree with Ann–in my own home, yes. At the gym? WTF?My favorite is the woman who walks around with a towel around her waist but not her top. Really, at that point, just go naked.Then again, my gym just posted a notice about etiquette and conduct in the sauna. (shudder)