The "Interval Circuit" Will Kick Your Butt

The shooting extravaganza has been postponed until March 4th. Sorry about that. We had too many people not able to make the February 24th date. So hopefully people like Dan Wray, Rebecca Paschal, and Sharon Holonia will be able to come with us. So far, it looks like there is going to be about 12 or 15 people going, so well be packing into several cars. I do need to get an official head count of who is going by this Friday night, so if you are going, please let me know before then so I can “put you on the list.”

I went to an “Interval Circuit” class this morning at the Lexington Athletic Club. I got there slightly early, but just in time to arrive at the exercise room at the same time as the instructor. She noticed that I was a “new guy.” I asked her about what you are supposed to do in an “Interval Circuit” class and she replied, “Basically, a little of everything.” In my mind that meant, “Step-aerobics with weights.” I guess my guess was slightly flawed. When more and more people started showing up, the class got started with some step-aerobics. Simple enough. After some warm-ups, we grab some jump-ropes and jump-rope for several minutes. I was already winded. After we finished jump-roping, the instructor said, “Ok, let's go run some laps around the suspended walking track.”

Already being winded, I start the run on the track. There is a rumble in my tummy, but I press onward. (Don't worry, this is not another “fart story” if that's what you're thinking.) After two laps, we go back downstairs and do some more step-aerobics. Soon, we are doing weights with bar-bells and hand-weights. Then she said, “Ok, let's get back on the jump-rope.” This time, I am having trouble finding the energy that it takes to jump over a string as I pull it around my head again. My stomach is now objecting to the physical exercise with nasty-tasting, acidic “morning burps.” I knew I was in for it since I ate a very unhealthy combination of foods the night before.

After struggling through many more painstaking minutes of jump-roping, the instructor said, “Ok, let's go run some more, but this time we are going to sprint on the straightaways.” As I am running, my stomach is so outraged that it starts giving me grief with painful churning. I also felt a bit gassy. ;) When we got back to the room, it was time to do the “individual stations.” The instructor specifically took me to one of the stations which was sprinting from one side of the basketball court to the next. I was so incredibly nauseous that I felt I was about to vomit, but I kept on pressing on... dang it, a stupid “Reliant K” song just popped into my head.

When we were done with the stations, it was time for ever MORE jump-roping. NOOOOOOOO! I had to go to the water fountain to get a drink. I was so worried that I was going to puke all over everything/everybody. Being the only male in the class (and the only person under 35,) I felt like I got my butt kicked by a bunch of soccer-moms. Going to the class made me realize two crucial things; one, I am poorly out of shape and two, I need to eat waaaay more healthily. Although my body wishes to never take that class again, my mind knows that it's exactly what I need. I can't wait to go back. After all, I need to get healthy for the summer so that William, D-well, Toddy, Frith and I can all go to the Gorge and do some major rock-climbing!

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