So, I have decided to take matters into my own hands. I am seriously out of shape and I have come to the conclusion that I MUST do something about it. Naturally, I joined a gym. (thank you Kasey!!)
Day 1. Spinning. How hard can riding a bike be, right? WRONG. I hurt in places I didn't know could hurt. I was 3 pedals away from jumping off that bike and strangling the instructor with my shoelaces. I truly believe the rest of the class would not have protested.
Day 2. Pilates. Ah yes, something calm and simple. I can balance my inner Chi or whatever. Stretch and relax. Not so much. The pain, excruciating. As long a I remain perfectly still, I am ok. The slightest movements only intensify the extreme tearing feeling in my abdomen.
Day 3. Kickboxing. Ok, so I recovered. I can totally to this. I have Billy Blanks Tai Bo at home. Oh yeah. Oh NO. My little powerhouse friend Maria was the instructor. I think GREAT! She'll take it easy on me. My word! She's motivated! She was awesome though. Even though I looked like a beached whale flapping around on the sand she still told me I did great! Thank you for encouraging me!
Tomorrow is day 4. I am terrified. I wonder what kind a self-induced pain I will put myself thru. Hmmmmm. I'll have to think on that one.
Well, I'm off to soak in a tub of Epsom's salt and then crawl into bed. These are the days I wish I had a mattress on the floor instead of a bed 10 feet off the ground!