Well today marks my second group session and for those of you that attend these sessions you know that Maxine likes to offer you “Optional Added Extras” during them. For those that don’t know, these are extra exercises that you can do during your rest periods in-between the standard exercises. And all I can say is @?#! (yikes) they are hard, they aren’t as nice as they sound and thank goodness they are optional! I started with a small boxercise class to ease into it, and found myself paired with the lovely Donna, saying things like “You can punch me in the ovaries harder than that!” then today I attended a larger group session.
Now theres been a bit of a gap since my last blog and thats because I got struck with the dreaded lurgy for the first time in over a year, as did my little boy. I don’t know why, but quite often after I start exercise after a period of inactivity I’m struck with some kind of bug which knocks me and any enthusiasm I have for getting fit, completely for six. But hurrah for the pressure of writing a public blog! Tonight I dragged myself along to my first big group session and I found it *gasp* enjoyable!
We started with a warm up that reminded me of the kind of fun games you used to play during PE at primary school rather than the ritual humiliation of secondary school lessons.It was fun and silly and didn’t really feel like exercise, though the tactics of Jon left me feeling dizzy! We then moved on to sets of exercises for 30 seconds with 30 seconds rest in-between, these rest periods were where you could do your added extras, and I am in awe of those that opted in. My arms feel like jelly and I opted out! Now I had to leave after 45 mins tonight as I had to get back and look after my little guy, and I was just thinking about how I must be halfway through when Maxine gave me the heads up, so I figured it was a 10 minute warning but nope it was time to go!!
So I had fun, time flew and I did exercise, what kind of sorcery is this?!?!?! Where is the punch line?!?! Oh yes that’s it, it will be tomorrow, when I can’t lift my arms over my head to dress myself.
