Aerobics Rocks

I like to think that I'm in pretty good shape.  I mean, I get up at 5:34 every morning and head to the gym where I spend the next 45 minutes either lifting weights or doing some sort of cardio.  I go home feeling pretty good about myself thinking I'll see the results in the mirror - any day now... Every morning on my drive to the gym, I'm planning my routine, trying to work my muscles in different ways so I don't plateau...blah, blah, blah.

About three weeks ago I decided to try something new.  I went to an aerobics class - with tight pants on and everything.  I walk in feeling pretty confident, knowing I work out EVERY day and this should be a cake walk, right??  

Well, let me just say:  That class kicked my butt, tight pants and all!  I could not believe how hard it was for me.  I hung my head in shame as half-way through class, I walked to the weight stand to grap lighter dumbbells.  I watched, bewildered, as I struggled through exercises and other women muscled through them no sweat.  The next day I was sore in places I've never been sore and places I've been trying to get sore for months!  One of the classes is a jump rope class.  Yeah, it's hard and my calves ached for 3 days afterward.  

A week after aerobics I'm starting to think, what in the world have I been doing in the gym every morning??!!  Obviously not much. 

So here I am on week 4.  I've coerced one of my neighbors into going with me (poor girl).  I still get up at 5:34 because the classes start at 6am.  I no longer have to plan my workouts in the car, someone else does that for me.  I'm STILL getting sore after every class and I've lost 3 pounds. I feel firmer and better than I have in a long time and I've changed nothing except my workouts.

To you Gym, I say "So long."  Hello Aerobic Land.  I will be visiting you from now on.