Body Pump

The gym closed a week for maintenance, and boy did I miss it! I also realized I was getting in a bit of a slump. I took that week to convince myself to take a class when it reopened. I need to get more into strength training as cardio alone isn't really shaping me in fantastic and buff ways.

So I signed myself and my husband up for a Body Pump class. I really didn't know what to expect on that. I guerrilla signed up my husband, let's call him Reggie from now on, due to his own silliness in telling me he really wished he could have someone show him proper weight lifting. I took the initiative, mwa hahaha! Lucky for me he was available for the time.

It was just a quickie half hour class. Good way to get introduced to it, right? Yes but that doesn't mean it didn't kick our collective booties. I really enjoyed the fact that because of the weight bearing everyone works just as hard at it as I have to. I don't feel like an uncoordinated boob because the person next to me is flying through the routines from doing it a million times already. Even better, because the gym had reopened, it was just me, Reggie and one other person in the class.

The entire drive there, Reg was trying to convince me not to go. I was strong and told him we have to go. It's not legally binding, he said. What? Was I trying to be good now? Maybe a little. I had signed up one other time and didn't go, so there was a little guilt. I really had to work myself up to going. My experience with exercise classes isn't the greatest. I have a tendency to get caught up in the pace of much fitter people in a class and that doesn't work well for my body.

Due to the feet dragging, we were a few minutes early which translates into a little late. Not knowing what to expect as it's our first ever class, we had to quickly set up our equipment, a step, a long bar with weights and a yoga mat to cover the step. The other participant was an old hat at it. She happily informed us she couldn't get off the pot the after the first time she took the class. Lovely, thanks for the tmi. I was nervous.

I worried the music choices would make Reggie roll his eyes and give me snide looks throughout. He's picky, that one.  It would be hard to concentrate on myself if he was trying to make jokes about the tunes throughout.

She started off with a heavy metal tune that I know Reg loves. Whoo hoo! I can't remember the entire routine because, hey, I was busy doing it, not taking notes. ;P It involved squats, some chest work on our backs, overhead lifts and a wide grip move that got that certain spot right in my back that doesn't work well. I had to unwide grip for that. We also did some bicep and triceps work. That was toward the end and I got shaky. I found out I have a completely wrong form for doing chest work. I had to put the bar further down, more by my ribs than my sternum.

Later that day I could get off the pot, but I groaned about it a lot. We giggled at each other afterwards all day because there was a lot of groaning and slow movements going on. Today, the thighs and upper arms are very cranky. Despite getting guerrilla signed up for it, Reg liked what it did and wants me to sign us up for Saturday morning. That one's an hour long. I'm nervous again.