BodyPump...what the fuck...try body limp...

Yeah...after our crazy obstacle course hike Friday night, I somehow decided it would be a great idea to attend a bodypump class with Michelle and Michael. Michelle has been looking for someone to go to this class her gym offers...and you know how I love to try new things...

Michael and I decided to drive separately because I needed to go into town to do a few things. He hasn't driven his car in quite some time. Long story short the fucking thing overheated. So we left it on the side of the road and all this is before the bodypump...

We start the bodypump class and it's basically an hour of weight lifting set to music. I will quote the brochure here, " Bodypump is a strength endurance training class where muscle and music collide! The great thing about Bodypump is that it challenges every major muscle group in your body. Ten stationary routines, using barbells and music, strengthen and tone in record time. Bodypump always starts out with a comprehensive warm-up followed by specific tracks that target legs, chest, back, triceps, biceps, shoulders, and abdominals."

Fuck me...it was hard. I struggled with the end of shoulders, triceps, and lunges. I had muscle fatigue and was shaking at the end of those three. My legs, quivering...and not in a good way. When we left the class I had to use the hand rail to get down the stairs. I thought my legs were going to buckle. When I got to the end of the stairs Michael looked at me and told me he had held both rails to get down. Needless to say we were hurting. Lifting my arms to the steering wheel was quite the effort.

I took Michael to get the coolant and pick up his car. I decided I might as well clean up a bit...so I did then I headed off into town. It's about an hour in traffic to town for those of you that don't know me. Saturday, driving into town is one of my favorite things. Mostly because I burn a CD of mixed music and turn it up to a level that is definitely not good for my speakers. Even worse I belt out misquoted lyrics in the tone of a screeching cat. It's a good time...

I met up with Karen and we went to Red Lobster. Yeah...I don't eat seafood, but it's a new year and I should try. I had Tilapia. Not bad...perhaps I need to explore some other things I hate.

I spent the day running around and we all know I could go into minutia here...so I'll spare you the rest. I just got home and my body is mad at me....but not as mad as Michael's. I've been moving all day, he stayed in. Poor boy. Tomorrow is going to be a bitch.

Oh I almost forgot...

The music was pretty normal for a workout class...that is until the end. They turned out the lights and it was slow music meant to relax us while we were stretching. I was listening to the lyrics..and the freakin' song was about being a good Mormon...what the fuck??? Bizarre....