Wednesday I missed because of my kettlebell class. Actually, I missed it because of the fact that my back stopped working, due to the kettlebell class.
So, back in December, there was a Groupon for a kettlebell class at Make it Happen. I don't remember the deal, but it was crazy awesome. I got it, and so did Val. With the holidays and everything else, we didn't get a chance to start until this week. I chose Tuesdays and Thursdays, the 515pm class. This would work with running on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. There is even a Saturday kettlebell, if I was feeling particularily ambitious.
|These are Kettlebells.|
And then it started.
Most of it is a blur of pain and sweat and heaving breath. I did kickbacks, and jump squats, and mountain climbers and burpies. I did planks, and ab work, and swung the kettlebell for all I was worth. I actually thought I was going to throw up at one point, and got really light headed at another. It was probably the hardest that I have worked in years. I felt a true sense of accomplishment when it was done, but man- it kicked my ass.
At points during the class, I was getting discouraged and a little embarrassed by things I couldn't do. I started feeling old, and horrible. Started thinking-seriously- about quitting. But then I looked around. Those young, university girls were blowing just as hard as I was. They had dropped to their knees during the planks too. They were running in place slow like me. It made me feel a bit better and made me keep going. I am sure they will improve much faster than I will. But right now, that doesn't matter.
So. I was supposed to go back tonight, but since this morning, I have had difficulty touching my own head, and I brushed my teeth by leaning into my hand and moving my head back and forth. So, I thought, for my own piece of mind and health, I should probably wait another day.
But something that hard, has to be good for you. It has to work. It has to.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "new experiences".