Sometimes when I don’t have Bridal Bootcamp I go to the gym and take a fitness class. The class is actually pretty bootcamp-like, only with lighter weights and more reps.
The instructor is old enough to be my mother but she kicks my butt (with a smile) every time! I swear the woman is made of steel.
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While I’ve taken this class more times than I can count, this was the first really humid, warm day since the weather has turned. Class is inside, but the humidity still hit me like a ton of bricks as soon as we started.
My first mistake was actually made before I arrived. I was later than usual. Not so late that class had already started, but I didn’t get my normal “spot” in the aerobics room, which is right in the middle. This time I was in the very back corner next to the door AND the equipment closet. Turns out this is a horrible place for me to be because the whole time I kept thinking… “There’s nothing stopping me from leaving early and ending this torture right now! I don’t even have to climb over anyone to put my weights away!”
I swear the stickiness made me delirious. The routines that I can usually do with ease suddenly seemed ridiculously complicated. You’d think I had never taken the class before. I was the girl in the back staring at everyone for eight counts before I could join in and attempt the “step up, step side, step down” three times fast while moving your arms in some other complicated combination at the same time.
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I wish. No “workout fairy” here. I’m usually paranoid that I’m the sweatiest person in the class, but today there was no question. I was hands down the grossest, drippiest gal in there. Straight from the warm-up I think I needed to towel off after every song in Ms. Abs of Steel’s Mamma Mia dance remix workout CD. (I’ve still never seen that show.) At one point I actually hit myself in the face with my dumbbell as I tried to wipe sweat off my forehead with my forearm. Way to go.
When class was over, I went home and talked to Mama Dish on the phone as I laid on the floor. I was a mess. But you know what? I did it, gosh darn it. Planks, steps, jumps, curls, all of it. Here’s hoping my body adjusts to the warm, humid air quickly… before I knock myself out.
