My Journey With Health And Fitness – What The Hell

Apparently I messed up this morning. I got up at 5am and by 6am I was out for a 7.5 km walk. Got back, rehydrated and changed clothes. I headed off for my 8:30am bootcamp class only to realize when I got there that the class had actually started at 8:00am (I guess being out of my routine for 5 weeks has messed with me). I had arrived at 8:20am but when I realized what had happened I didn’t go inside but instead headed back to my vehicle. However, the instructor had seen me so came out to call me in and join the class in progress. I made sure not to be intrusive to those already working out and managed to get in a 40 minute workout (and then did an hour walk to get in the rest of my daily workout).

Upon returning from Mexico I was determined to get back into things right away. I gave myself the day off Monday mainly because we had gotten home so late but Tuesday I was at the 5:30am bootcamp class. This is a strength class and the instructor focused a lot on our legs. By time it was done I thought it had been a good workout. I then took off for a hard 6.5 km run and I was happy with my pace. However, between and intense leg muscle workout and that run by the end of the day my quads were killing me.

Despite having problems standing up, I hit the 5:30am bootcamp class on Wednesday. I knew my muscles were stiff and sore but I also knew that the worst thing I could do was not to get them warmed up and working again so I suffered through the class though I admit I felt better when it was over. Still, the legs were not exactly happy with me.

Thursday was the power hour class which is normally a more intense strength class. When the instructor explained the first segment I thought oh oh, this is going to be a tough class. Tough is an understatement and by time the class was over I was sweating profusely. I actually told the instructor I seriously thought she was trying to kill me.

And then yesterday it was back to bootcamp with the same instructor as Thursday. Holy crap, she decided to work us hard. By this point not only are my legs rebelling but my arm muscles were screaming from the previous day’s workout. I have to say by 2/3 of the way through I was thinking to myself, you have at least 20 years on everyone else in this room and you are too old for this shit. Yet I still managed to push myself all the way to the end.

What the hell? Somehow while I have been away the instructors decided to take everything up a notch? This was not me getting back to my routine, this was blatant torture! Oh but wait, despite literally working my ass off I feel awesome. The fact that I am usually the oldest woman in the room and am keeping up tells me that I am fit and quite frankly more fit than some of those younger women. Ok, so I sweat a lot but I also work hard so I should expect to sweat. Obviously the work I did in Mexico allowed me to be at the same fitness level I was before I went and seriously if they keep pushing me this hard I’ll be even more fit by the end of the year.

So, bring it on ladies, I’ll keep up.