Karen Made Me Cry

Last night, the room at the gym where we do Turbo Kick was really hot. It didn't cool down in time for the class, so the instructor, Karen, decided to do sculpt for a second day in a row. Ouch! I'm already pretty sore from Monday. Last night we did a whole different set of things and pretty much worked every muscle in the body-- again!

Since I started working out several months ago, I haven't done anything that has caused me tears because of physical exertion. We did this one exercise last night where you lay on your back with your feet on a big ball, you lift your butt, and pull your legs in. When I saw that we were going to be doing that, I whined, "noooooo." The last time we did those I kept falling off the ball. I couldn't keep enough balance to get anywhere near pulling my legs in. Last night I was able to with a lot of wobbling and shaking. But omg... I cried. It was so difficult to do. It felt like everything last night took complete focus. I am so, so sore this morning. I don't want to get up from my chair. All I want to do is nap, which is not an option at work. I think every muscle is sore. (My arms aren't all that sore. I knew I should have grabbed heavier weights.) Karen told me to tell John that she made me cry. She seemed pretty proud of herself. And, to be honest, I'm pretty grateful that she is willing to push me so hard. I'm starting to feel like more apart of the group there in that class. I don't feel like such an outsider now. Pain is a bonding experience.