My Triumphant Return to Body Pump… Not.
Determined to follow my new personal trainer’s recommendations, I attended my first pump class in over a year yesterday. I used the lowest weight possible and it still killed. At one point I was trying to do lunges and my legs were trembling so badly I couldn’t balance. When I asked the instructor about it I got a five minute lecture on the importance of eating breakfast before class. (Apparently when you don’t, your body goes into famine mode and your muscles go all wonky and the Baby Jesus cries. Yeah, yeah, but it was at 9 a.m. on a Saturday! The guy should be happy I made it there at all.) Anyway I skipped my scheduled cardio because I Can’t. Friggin’. Walk. Every bit of my body hurts today. <cartman>You guys, my ass, seriously…</cartman>
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.