Waving the White Flag

My mom is an aerobics-a-holic. When I was a little kid she made me go to something called Fit Kids. Now, before you go thinking I got shipped off to fat camp every Saturday morning, I wasn't fat (yet), at least not that I can recall. Fit Kids = torture aerobics for kids = miz. Pretty much ever since I rocked my lime green t-shirt with the aerobicizing mouse on the front at FK I have been traumatized and HATED all group led workouts whether there was dancing involved or not. Sports and weights maybe even toss in a few minutes of cardio I can do, but line dancing and calling it exercise is where I drew the line (no pun intended). I quite frankly was in a stand off with any sort of fitness "class." Kind of like how for decades my brother refused to try chocolate chip pizza at Pizza Inn because no matter how much anyone defended its delicious morsels of melted chocolate cookie dough in your mouth (my stomach is growling and my my mouth is watering just thinking about it) he just thought it was a gross idea and dessert should not be in pizza form. And then it just turned into a strike for the sake of a strike, he had gone that long why give in at this point, until one day he did and has never looked back since.

I started taking group ride (spin) classes a few months ago with some friends and have really enjoyed it. It's a great high intensity workout in 45 minutes, and I HATE all things cardio so that works out well for me. But, I defended my choice as not really giving in since there was no standing in line dancing around, it was all for the most part seated and if you do the wrong thing no one notices (except those people that pop out of their seat early because they are trying to be all gung ho to climb that hill which we aren't about to do.)

Well, upon contemplating the purchase of P90x I finally realized that was stupid when I already pay a gym membership and they do this same thing/close enough there. So after years of literal begging and pleading down on her knees for me to try the weightlifting class at the gym, like the good ole South who finally realized they had fought the good fight I finally waved my white flag and gave in. Last weekend I asked mom to go with me to the Group Power class to teach me how to do it. She, of course, played it all calm, cool, and collected but I know the jazzercizer inside of her was jumping up and down clapping and cheering that she had won, she had finally won!

And so, I did this for the first time on Monday and am plotting my return later this evening.



I still can't straighten my arm all the way out for the pain, but I'd be lying if I said I hate it. I actually...wait for it...enjoyed it...*GASP! I'm sure after two times of doing it I am totally going to look like that chick in the red...you can see her abs through her shirt. You can see my tubby rolls through my shirt...it's kind of the same right? And yes, that bicep curl where they pause half way up...that's why I can't straighten my arms...and can barely brush my teeth. And the MC Hammer song with the shoulder work out didn't help either.