Hurt so Good
I transferred my gym membership several months ago, when my old gym eliminated the classes, some of which I enjoyed.
My new gym has classes, and I regularly take one, called BodySculpt or something. It's kind of fun, not too hard but hard enough, and I like feeling as though I'm getting muscles . . . or at least some kind of toning.
The old gym's classes were always more grueling, so I was kind of enjoying my new and gentler BodySculpt class with Megan. But tonight . . . dum dum DUM . . . I walked in to my class and there was Cindy, one of the teachers from the old gym, either as a substitute or a permanent replacement for Megan.
"Oh, crap," I thought. "This is going to be rough."
And it was. An hour later I was facedown on my step, slightly nauseous, biceps and quads quivering like the proverbial bowl full of jelly. I was reduced to a gelatinous blob.
I'll be lucky if I can even sit down tomorrow without moaning.
My new gym has classes, and I regularly take one, called BodySculpt or something. It's kind of fun, not too hard but hard enough, and I like feeling as though I'm getting muscles . . . or at least some kind of toning.
The old gym's classes were always more grueling, so I was kind of enjoying my new and gentler BodySculpt class with Megan. But tonight . . . dum dum DUM . . . I walked in to my class and there was Cindy, one of the teachers from the old gym, either as a substitute or a permanent replacement for Megan.
"Oh, crap," I thought. "This is going to be rough."
And it was. An hour later I was facedown on my step, slightly nauseous, biceps and quads quivering like the proverbial bowl full of jelly. I was reduced to a gelatinous blob.
I'll be lucky if I can even sit down tomorrow without moaning.
posted by Melanie at 9:40 PM
