After the elating performance of last week, I decided it was time to get into high gear. So I came up with a new, some-what ambitious work-out schedule. In addition to the longer runs I mentioned before, I'd also attend the 'washboard abs' class at the white building Monday through Thursday, and do upper-body work-outs every day apart from Sunday.
So Monday I went to attend the 'Abs of Steel' class, as I kept mistakingly calling it. I met my friends there and they promised it would be hard, but I wasn't too worried - what's a few crunches after all the running I've been doing? I greatly underestimated the class!
After the instructor put on the music and started us off, I did well for the first 5 or so minutes and kept up with my much-more-ripped contemporaries in the room. Then it started going downhill. My abs were on fire, I'd take one of the crunch sets to rest while the rest of the room continued. I couldn't do the holds, I had to keep stopping and relax the muscles. Then, as if to give me an excuse to stop, my neck and shoulders started to ache because of me forcing myself to do more crunches than my abs were capable of. All the while some of the people in the room wore only fierce determination on their faces as they kept up with the inhuman gym instructor.
If the class had been longer than 20 minutes, I'm pretty sure I would have shed some tears. Not a real cry and wailing show, but just a few 'save me from this self-made hell' tears inconspicuously cascading down my visage. I have a new, profound respect for gym instructors, and I will be back to that gym next week - hopefully all 4 days.
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