At least it's moving in the right direction again.
So get this. I'm working on day three of a personal 7 day challenge that I haven't really told anyone about. I'm doing my own form of my own boot camp. I've got my VWBs which are helping me stay motivated. "What's this challenge?" I hear you ask. Well, I am making myself do some form of exercise every day for 7 days. I am trying to capture at least 30 minutes dedicated to movement solely for the sake of getting some form of physical activity and calorie burn. I'm calling it my "It's a whopping 30 minutes of your life" challenge. Actually, I stole that title from Kimert. She
I woke up Monday and today and did crunches. Twenty each time. I did bicycle things which really is just as hard for me as crunches. Maybe harder because I only have the stamina to do 5 sets. Monday night I did 20 minutes on the elliptical. Last night I did 40-45 minutes of a seriously intense Cardio workout. Angela Pea did her C25K power walking training (hey, I just realized I did that, too, in my class!). We
Hip Hop Hell class. Seriously. It's full blown exercising. This is the first time I've done this since, well, ever. Or at least since elementary school.
I'm talking sprinting, running, jogging, skipping. All things, by the way, I did not do. I faithfully walked at the fastest speed I could without tripping over my feet. Additionally, we had to do jumping jacks. If I do jumping jacks, like real ones, I'd throw my back out because of my bouncing belly. Yeah. I'm not kidding. But, I did a psuedo jump of sorts and kept my arms and legs moving. We did front kicks. We did back kicks. We did side kicks. My hip joints are sore today. And so are my upper thighs. It kinda hurts to stand up from a sitting position. But I'm not complaining.
I wanted to throw in the towel no less than tree times. Well, on the third time I actually did leave. But I'll get to that. The instructor came over personally to talk to me "off mic" twice to make sure I was "doing okay". That's never happened before. When we took our pulse count (mine was 28 and a 1/2) she looked right at me to say "It shouldn't be over 30! If it's over 30, be sure to keep those arms below your heart!" I don't know if anyone else noticed where she was looking, but I did. At one point, in between the the second time I almost left and the time I did leave, she says "Make sure if you're leaving you wave good-bye! That way I know you're okay." Hmm.
We also had to do arm lifts with a weight bar. WHILE WE WALKED. FAST. I picked the lightest one they had: a 9 lb-er. Oh. We did arm curls with them, too. I've got sore upper arms which I am totally loving in a sick way. Once she started with the lunges-the ones where you completely touch your knee to the floor-with the weight bars I knew it was time to go. Fortunately, I had given the class 42.5 minutes (give or take 2.5 minutes) of my life. Whew.
Oh. I didn't wave when I left. I hope she's still wondering.
I am pleased to report I was able to provide a little motivation Kimert's way (also, you should know, I've totally been misspelling her name. It's one "M", not two).
I love my interations with my VWBs. I feel like a Wonder Twin. One of 5, actually. It's like we all raise our phones in the air and
Form of ... "Death by Cardio Class".
I'm SO going back next week.