Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to go to a 6am class at the gym. Boot camp, they call it. Fun, they said it would be.
And it was, sort of. The hour went pretty quickly since we were doing so many different things. Free weights. Squats. Lunges. Crunches. Ouch.
I tried not to pay attention to the fifty-year-old women lifting heavier weights than me. It was my first time, all right? By the end of the class, I could barely raise five-pound weights over my head. Or just my arms over my head.
So all day yesterday I felt a little twingy, but that was it.
Not so today. After not moving all night (mostly), I am now trying to stretch out the aching muscles in my body. It's so annoying how a person can think she's in decent shape until she tries something new. Something new that kills her. And makes her body let out imaginary screams of pain when she tries to sit down in her computer chair to write a new blog post.
Really, this post couldn't be about anything other than the pain I'm in because it's kind of hard to think about anything else.
So, the lesson here is, go easy with the boot camps. And if you do, make sure you have some ibuprofen. Or chocolate.
Really, chocolate is probably better.
1 comment:
Oh, wow....
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