You Spin Me Right Round
While I have managed to get into pretty decent physical shape through Yoga (I have gotten really flexible and I don't think my tummy has ever been any flatter!), I realized that I needed to kick things up a notch through some intense cardio activity (especially if I want my tummy to go from flat to firm).
A few days ago, after a very long absence, I went back to a Body Combat class at the gym. On top of the increase in cardio activity, I felt it would be a great way to release some pent up aggression. There really is nothing quite like punching and kicking the living daylights out of the air in front of you to make you feel better. My form was absolutely terrible, but I did learn that I have one mean right hook. Beware if you ever cross me in a dark alley!
Yesterday, I decided to attend a Spin class. I knew I was probably in trouble when I showed up and everyone else had a fancy little towel on their bike and I didn't. The sweat was stinging my eyes, my throat was on fire with every breath, my lungs never seemed to get enough air, my calves screamed at me to stop and, today, my ass hurts like you would not believe. But you know what? I can't wait to go back and do it again. There was something incredibly exhilarating about pushing your body to what you think are its limits and then surprising yourself by surpassing them.
Is this what athletes feel like? No wonder they train so hard. This was one of the best highs I've ever felt. It's almost on par with that rush I get whenever I know I've done an awesome job performing a piece.
While I had started to do most of my Yoga exercises from home, for cardio, I need to be at the gym (yes, I could go jogging outside, but it's cold and there are wolves after me). With work, rehearsals, classes, and other stuff that inevitably pops up, I find it hard to schedule in the time. However, since this guy has work, rehearsals, his own company, a Fringe show and whatever else that inevitably pops up, and still manages to go to the gym EVERY SINGLE DAY (the bastard!), I think the least I can do is make an appearance at least three times a week... two with good behavior... ok, ok three.
A few days ago, after a very long absence, I went back to a Body Combat class at the gym. On top of the increase in cardio activity, I felt it would be a great way to release some pent up aggression. There really is nothing quite like punching and kicking the living daylights out of the air in front of you to make you feel better. My form was absolutely terrible, but I did learn that I have one mean right hook. Beware if you ever cross me in a dark alley!
Yesterday, I decided to attend a Spin class. I knew I was probably in trouble when I showed up and everyone else had a fancy little towel on their bike and I didn't. The sweat was stinging my eyes, my throat was on fire with every breath, my lungs never seemed to get enough air, my calves screamed at me to stop and, today, my ass hurts like you would not believe. But you know what? I can't wait to go back and do it again. There was something incredibly exhilarating about pushing your body to what you think are its limits and then surprising yourself by surpassing them.
Is this what athletes feel like? No wonder they train so hard. This was one of the best highs I've ever felt. It's almost on par with that rush I get whenever I know I've done an awesome job performing a piece.
While I had started to do most of my Yoga exercises from home, for cardio, I need to be at the gym (yes, I could go jogging outside, but it's cold and there are wolves after me). With work, rehearsals, classes, and other stuff that inevitably pops up, I find it hard to schedule in the time. However, since this guy has work, rehearsals, his own company, a Fringe show and whatever else that inevitably pops up, and still manages to go to the gym EVERY SINGLE DAY (the bastard!), I think the least I can do is make an appearance at least three times a week... two with good behavior... ok, ok three.
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