Let's Get Physical!

Today marks one complete week of classes at the gym.  One of my 30 goals was to get back into shape.  At work, they had an employee health fair where you could get your cholesterol, BMI, glucose, etc tested.  After ALL of my co-workers peer pressured me into going, I found out about the gym that is near my work.  My employer even subsidizes the membership cost (final price for me: $23 a month!).  When I found out that all the classes were included in the membership, I signed up right away.  I don't do the equipment, solo workout thing.  I have to have blaring music and an instructor to follow.  The more not like working out it is, the better.  My schedule is Monday-step, Wednesday-Zumba, Thursday-yoga.  Each class is an hour.  It was my first time doing Zumba last week and I LOVED it!  I was the youngest in the class so I was determined to represent.  I did pretty good.  Forgot where I was for a couple songs and really got into it.  The next day, it felt like had done an intense ab workout.  I was pretty excited.  This week, its the all black Zumba party.  What to wear...

The yoga class started out a little rough.  Its been a while since I've done yoga.  The instructor was focusing on strength and I like to focus on balance and flexibility.  But we worked it out and I ended up liking it.  I'll be going back this week.

My first step class at the gym was today.  I won't be going back to this class.  I'm going to be really sexist right now and just put it out there:  guys shouldn't teach step.  there, I said it.  I have no problem doing a 45 minute, non-stop step class.  That is not what this was.  It was intervals of step mixed with weights and floor work.  I just wanted to step.  I'm telling myself that the guy couldn't keep up with me in a real step class and that's why he broke it up (but really he was using the class as his workout).  I was really disappointed.  And I almost threw up.  That's never happened before.  Husband says it was because I wasn't feeling well all day (which I'm going to go with because the alternative means I'm fat and weak).  

I think I'm off to a good start.  Hopefully I will be able to fit into my ATL jeans by next year (maybe sooner!).  

Holla!