How do I even start this post? I am going to be truthfully honest. It was the HARDEST workout that I have EVER done. EVER! I was so nervous and I just prayed that I did not make a fool out of myself. I showed up and immediately I knew I was in trouble. The group of participants were a "die hard" group. I immediately noticed the two women who were a size 0-2. One lady mentioned she was breastfeeding. I was impressed!
We started by warming up for five minutes. It was intense. There was little instruction. Just a white board with what to do. *push ups, leg lifts, side lifts, and more. Then we went OUTSIDE. Yes, it is cold here today but I was so scared that I didn't even care. We ran sprints as a group. We were to run as fast as we could. We did this for quite some time. I lost track honestly. *NOTE: I am not a runner and I thought I was going to die after 3 minutes. My lungs were burning! However, I would NOT give up. I knew that I would have to do the fast walk for the last couple of minutes. The "negative" person in my head was constantly telling me: YOU can't do this, what are you thinking you have not worked out in 6 months and YOU are gonna fail. Let's be honest here you have not really worked out in years at any real intense level.
I answered back (to myself)- NO... failure is not an option. I was dead last but I knew that I am not a quitter. I just had to keep moving! The trainers were both very supportive and encouraging but did not single me out. THANK YOU!!!!! I started to feel a little light headed and so I simply tried to walk and catch my breath but NOT STOP!
Then we did these jumping hops for several minutes. It was like ackward for me. I was "feeling" it by now. Again, I kept moving. It felt awkward and I know I looked awkward. One thing I lost with my stroke was "coordination." It is not a pretty sight.
THEN- the trainers announced... YOU are going to run this route. It was leaving the parking lot, and making a big circle. I THINK it was 10 minutes. I wanted to cry. Seriously, going from 0 exercise to this. I had to run... WALK and honestly at this point...speed walked most of it. I watched as the TEN people zoomed past and made it look effortless. I was keeping up visually with the last five. I was at least proud of this. I knew I had to keep up visually with the group. You guessed it- I came in DEAD LAST.
At this point, I was NOT feeling bad but honestly PROUD of myself. I made it! I can do this. Yes, I am the slowest and the MOST out of shape in the entire group, but I was hanging in there. I kept thinking... I will improve and in ONE MONTH just think where I will be!
We got back to the gym and we did some serious weight training with weights. I went to use the 12 lbs. dumbbells and the trainer said...you need more. He gave me 15 lb dumbbells and I squatted (trying to get my bottom to the ground as low as I could) 3 sets of 15. They had it written on the board- you knew the stations and you were to do your sets. The trainers were there the entire time to encourage each of us to do "more."
FINALLY, it was over and I wanted to cry HAPPY tears. I will admit, I was not prepared. My chest is still hurting and I'm coughing like crazy. I walked to my car with the BIGGEST grin ever. I did it! I faced my FEAR and guess what? I am going back tomorrow morning to FACE it again.
Right now...my legs are shaking and I feel like I was hit by a bus. I am now going to go have a little protein and will stick to my weight watchers diet. Prior to working out I had a banana and 2 egg whites. I am finishing up my first 44 oz of water. I already dread tomorrow. PLEASE tell me it will get better...the trainers said that this is the "weeding the herd out" week. I will not stop!!!!!!
