So, along those notes, I have taken on a new lease on life and am trying to get myself back into fighting shape. Mike and I got a family membership to the local YMCA late last year following it's complete renovation. It's really nice and clean and very close to the house, so it's a good motivation factor. Plus, the folks there are not trying to be eye-candy, which makes it all the more pleasant.
I started a "weight-training" class at the end of January, which pairs you with a few other folks and a personal trainer. We learned how to use the machines and make "monster sets" of exercises. The class was 6 weeks, and I feel like I got some good workout habits out of it - no more excuses of not knowing what to do once I get to the gym.
Last week my friend and workout buddy Emily left me a haunting message - she had signed us both up for a personal kettle-bell lesson from one of the trainers at the Y. OMG. That's all I have to say about that. We met him on Friday morning, and for 30 minutes worked out with a 10 lb kettle-bell. For those of you who don't know what that is, here's a pic.
It looks pretty sissy for a piece of workout equipment, but let me assure you folks, that this is a form of torture. According to the WWW, they were used starting in the 1700's by the Russians by strongmen and the Soviet Special Forces. So you can see how the "torture" aspect is not a hard stretch.
Needless to say, I am going to give this a shot for a while if my body can handle it. I'm motivated to remove the last remnants of "baby" from my body.
Enjoy the extra hour of daylight you just got... you earned it.
Peace out.
I am so proud of you for joining the Y, AND lifting weights! Very impressive. :) It motivates me to get back in shape once I get this baby out, who I think is trying to escape as we speak. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteDitto from your Mom - wish I had the desire - just when I do something delicious comes along like ice cream!!!! UGH!
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