TNT

There were tears at the gym today. I cried at the gym today. There, I said it. Tears.

After a meeting ended at 4:45 this afternoon, I rushed home with the hopes of making it to Zumba class at the gym. When I checked the schedule I saw that Zumba wasn’t until tomorrow but there was a class at 5:15 called TNT. I quickly read the description on the back of the schedule,

An explosive all body workout that will get you into shape fast! Be ready to move, be ready to work hard, be ready to have an incredible workout!

and figured that I could handle the class. I quickly got dressed, rushed out the door and made it to the class 10 minutes before it was supposed to start. I talked to one of the girls in the class to see what I should expect but her description didn’t do the class justice. At 5:15 the instructor came inside the room and told us that we were going to go outside to do some drills. Gulp.

We started the class off with squats, then moved into sprints, lunges, butt kicks and some other kind of exercises that I don’t know the name of but hurt like hell. I was literally the last person to finish every single one of the exercises. I kept my head held high thinking “it’s okay, it’s just my first class, I’ll be okay and it will be over soon”. When we got back inside the room I told the girl who I talked to before the class started “the next time someone is new to the class tell them to run!” – hahaha

Inside the room wasn’t much better. We did some pushups, crab walks, sideways crab walks (when you go from one side to the other while in “crab” position – anyone know the name of these?), more pushups, duck walks, leg lifts, sit ups and planks. Somewhere between the crab walk and the duck walks I was frustrated, sore and had a few tears streaming down my face. Yeah. I was crying. At the gym. In a class. In front of buff people. I can’t even tell you how many times I stared at the clock, counting down the minutes until the class was over. The thought of leaving the class crossed my mind more than once and I almost left. Twice. Eventually the torture ended and the class was over. It wasn’t great, I couldn’t even do a complete set of exercises once we came back inside but I made it through to the end of the class. I didn’t let it defeat me.

After the class was over the girl that I talked to before it began congratulated me on making it through. She said it was one of the hardest classes that she’d been to with the instructor. Two other people welcomed me and agreed that it was a rough class. Although the others could do the exercises better (much better) than I did, they struggled too. Somehow it made me feel better to know that I wasn’t the only one struggling. Everyone has to start at the beginning sometime and tonight it was my turn.

I’ll let you know how the class goes again next Monday.