So, Monday I decided to start a week-long trial membership at the local Gold’s Gym. I’d checked their web site and their prices were great, and they even have my favorite exercise classes.
True to form, I wanted to get the most out of the week-long opportunity. Monday evening had a Body Pump class, so I went to it. If you’ve never done Body Pump, it’s great — 45-60 minutes of weight lifting, light weights and many reps. I was pretty proud of myself for being able to keep up since I haven’t really lifted since living in England last fall.
As the class was finishing up, I heard that there was a cycling class happening next. I love cycling (although I haven’t done that since England either), and since I was in the gym anyway thought I should get some cardio in.
Again, I was pretty proud of myself for being able to keep up and really enjoyed it. I bounced home all excited and proud of my fitness.
That is, I was proud until I could barely get out of bed the next morning.
EVERYTHING hurt. A lot! As I was wining, my dad told me I probably should stretch. Good idea. But when I tried to touch my toes (which I can usually do) my hands only made it to two feet above the ground. Oh no!