Monday night it was my turn to teach "Whose Class is it Anyway?" This is a class that is taught by a different instructor each week and that instructor gets to decide what kind of class it will be. I called my class "The Sweaty Sixty'-- not because I envisioned a class of 60 participants, nor was it because the 60 reflected my age (as was suggested by one of my former friends). I chose that name because it was my plan to sweat for sixty minutes as we (the class and I) went through a series of intense cardio activities interspersed with some pretty intense strength moves.
About halfway through I was beginning to see some flaws in my plan. For one thing I was sweating big time, and for another it was HARD! I am happy to say my class hung tough--or maybe that was to my disadvantage, because had they shown just a hint of weakness I could've backed off and lightened up. But no...they were hanging with me.
Can I just say that 10 minutes of agility ladder work followed by a minute of jump squats and a minute of walking lunges makes for a LONG 12 minutes!! Then I had the bright idea of jumping rope in minute intervals in between doing plyometrics on the steps. Yeah, the sweat was rolling and we were only at the sweaty 45!!
Finally, after 10 minutes of circuits I had had enough, so I suggested we all just sit on the floor and stretch. Oddly enough, no one protested.
The next day I was whining (yeah, I'll admit it) to another fellow trainer about how hard the class was last night and how sore I was at that moment. And this every-so-observant friend said, "Becky didn't YOU design the class?"
Right. Oh, what was I thinking?! Next time I will think twice--I know that for sure!
A treat (to take your mind off of my soreness): Try a pumpkin spice donut!
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