Up and Down the Street

Dude. So, last night I decided that the ten pounds I've gained since the wedding are going to have to come off. My pants don't fit to the point that I've had to start buying new ones...and I like my old pants just the way they are.

So, I went to the L.A. Fitness website and printed off the class schedules for a couple of gyms in the area - whoever had a fun-looking step class scheduled for this morning, that's where I was headed. I settled on a "Step Circuit" class at 9:45 this morning. I hadn't taken a step class in probably nine months, so I was a little nervous, but I figured I would just suffer through and be sore for the next few days.

Since it was a mid-morning class, only a few people showed - seven, I think. The instructor then decided to take it upon herself to change "Step Circuit" to "Boot Camp." At that point, I was actually excited. I've wanted to sign up for one of those 30-day boot camp at the park programs, but I haven't been willing to shell out the $300 to do so. This would be the next best thing, right?

OH. MY. GOD.

I made it 30 minutes before I had to leave the room, because I thought I was going to puke. Seriously. This woman kicked oy ass UP and DOWN the street so completely, I thought my legs might fall off. And my arms, for good measure.

Wow. The entire episode made me feel ridiculously out of shape, which is kind of miserable. However, I did finish the class. And afterward, I walked another mile on the treadmill. And I'm planning to go back tomorrow for a Step + Abs class. Yes, I will be over-the-top sore for Thanksgiving, but it's a start, right? I've got to get some of this cushion off, or soon my entire wardrobe will be moot!