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.
