Changing It Up
Going to the gym had become a real pain the in the ass, and not the literal kind, for a change. For one thing, I was getting very, very bored with my hour-on-the-elliptical-machine cardio workout. For another, my trainer kept cancelling on me—four times in nine days—even though I had scheduled six weeks in advance.
Enough.
I have switched trainers. The first thing she did was assign some homework—I was to look at the gym’s class schedule and see if I could find a few classes a week that I’d be willing to try. Much to my surprise, I managed to find at least two classes a day that not only caught my interest, but were conveniently scheduled. In the end, I picked out almost everything except step aerobics and cycling classes. I’ll have to work up to some of the advanced classes (cardio kickboxing is at the top of my list), but even with that in mind, I have a very nice range of options.
For extra credit, I decided to try some of the group fitness classes over the weekend. I did yoga and Pilates for the first time in over a year, and much to my amazement, both were easier than I remembered. Of course, I have lost about 30 pounds and put on more than a little muscle, so perhaps I shouldn’t be amazed. I also tried a water weights class, which has some of the most cartoonish-looking exercise equipment I’ve ever seen. (Imagine a 2-3″ wide, bright-red, velcro ankle band. Now imagine it with bright-yellow fins coming off either side. I felt as though I’d raided Aquaman’s closet.) Not only was I excessively enthused about doing something different, I actually had fun doing it. Who’d've thought? Of course, I’ve been nagging Dorothea relentlessly to do yoga and Pilates to help her RSI and postural muscles, so I guess taking my own advice is long overdue.
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