This morning, in my continued effort to cross-train and stay in shape, I went to three classes at the gym.
Yes, three.
Apparently my "go hard or go home" mentality isn't exclusive to running.
I started off with an hour long "cycle challenge" class with my favorite spin instructor. Today's theme was "fathers." (Sidenote: please remember to call you dad tomorrow.) The theme was a bit of a stretch, as most song about fathers are slow-paced or downers. There were a couple of really good ones in the mix though, notably "Gone, Daddy, Gone," which I need to add to my workout mix.
After spin, I headed to CXWorks, which was 30 minutes of core work. This is not a class for people who don't want to work hard. I used to go on a regular basis and got to a point where I could keep up with the instructor - today I found myself able to hold a plank for only half of the time I was supposed to. Even so, I am not going to be able to laugh without pain for the next few days.
After CXWorks I went to Zoomba. Zoomba is always an interesting experience for me because I have zero coordination. I felt a bit better about myself today because someone else fell. Schadenfreude is a terrible thing. I looked like an idiot throughout the entire class, but I wasn't the only one. I had a really good time, but all of the jumping around exacerbated my shin splints. I guess I'll stay away from this one until I've recovered.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend some quality time with an ice pack and a bottle of Advil.
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