Now that I'm no longer in training for a half marathon, I feel like I can do more than just run (I know, I know, I should have been cross training and all that when I was in training, but the days I had available to workout had to be spent on running just so I could get the miles in).
So yesterday I took a class! At the gym! With other people! Other than the Indy Half Marathon, it was the first time in months and months that I'd done any exercise with other people around (not counting the people on the other treadmills at the gym, because really we're all in our own little world and it's a very solitary environment when everyone is plugged in, which is just fine by me). It was a Group Power class, which is like Body Pump, and is free weights in a group class environment.
It rocked. I loved every minute of it, except for the lunges. I hate lunges. And even though I can do them now with reasonable success, I still hate them with a passion. When I first started exercising and losing weight last spring, I could barely do lunges. Couldn't do them at all with a weight bar on my shoulders--I felt so stupid being the only one in class without weights (it didn't help that I was also the fattest one in the room). So even though I didn't enjoy them yesterday, it was super cool to be able to do them with a bar of weights on my shoulders.
I am reasonably sore this morning. Not so much that I can't sit down to pee (although, who knows how bad it will be tomorrow--day 2 is usually much more painful that the day after), but enough that it hurts a bit to climb stairs.
What the class did for me especially was emphasize how flabby my stomach is. I could do the 5 minutes of ab work at the end of class no problem, but having 60 minutes to examine my body in two mirrors is a recipe for micro examination of all the flabby bits. I did appreciate the strength and fabulousness of my legs, because damn! my quads and calves are in the best shape ever. And I am vain enough to notice that, besides the instructor, I was probably the fittest person in the room (there were only 3 other people besides me, and I'm such a smug ass, because I kept thinking, I bet that instructor can't run 13.1 miles), which of course is a huge change from the last time I set foot in a group exercise class.
Anyway, I need to work on my abs. Pronto. Last year I ran one night in only my sports bras (yes, plural, that's not a typo) and it felt so amazing to be sans shirt in the cool air. I'd never run like that in daylight though, because my stomach is a mess. (It did contain a 7 pound child, twice, so I am willing to cut it a break, but seriously? It's a mess.) But wouldn't it be excellent to have a belly to be proud to bare?
It's the new frontier of fitness.
Bring it on, baby!
Now I've got to dust off my Pilates DVDs and start seriously building my core. Question for you Pilates people--do you work your core like you do any other muscle, giving it a day off between workouts? Or could I do Pilates every morning before work? And yes, I realize I'd have to wake my ass up early to do this every morning before work, but I have goals and dreams. Even I can become a morning person, right?
***American Idol Chit Chat***
Woohoo! David Cook in the finals! Poor Syesha--did you see how they tried to make her crowds look bigger by cropping the camera shots in tight? Her crowds did not compare to the David's. And it was so sweet that they both cried, they were so overwhelmed. I want them both to win next week. I am setting myself up for a David C. loss, because I think David A. is unbeatable. But am consoling myself that 2nd place on Idol does not mean failure, and hoping I'll be buying his first album within the next year. The Idols are coming to Evansville in September, and I would love to go if I could get tickets. But no one I know (besides some of you) is even watching it this year, so I'd have to go by myself. Maybe I can talk my sister into going... she takes pity on me on a regular basis and might go with me.