The Great Workout: Round 2

I did my workout for the semester yesterday. If you will remember the last time I worked out, you know that I always have good intentions, but I have never really enjoyed the process.

Whenever I do work out, it's always a tough one.

I never start out with like 30 crunches and 30 push ups and one lap.

Yesterday, Mary talked me into going to the Body Sculpt class at the TREC.

I should have known from the name not to go.

It was a fun class, but I almost collapsed on the 15th minute of lunges.

Then almost fell on my nose on about the 32nd push up when she said, only 8 more!

8 more... That's how many I do total when I "work out" at home.

Nonetheless,

I have highlighted below where I ache right now:

Just those places are sore, no where else.

The only thing that it affects is my walking, backpack holding, bending, turning, sitting, and walking down stairs.

I can do everything else just fine. 

I feel great when I'm laying down!

Today is the first day after the workout which is never as bad as the second day after.

My whole body currently feels like a bruise.

I'm dreading tomorrow.

Anyways, here is my thinking about working out:

1. The instructor wasn't even that "sculpted," and she could do the workout without even getting out of breath. I'm not sure if I believe in working out. Does it really make you more sculpted? All these girls there could do the workout regimen like it was a piece of cake, but I would have never thought they looked that fit.

Okay, maybe that was too honest to put on a public place...

I'm just saying--it's questionable.

2. Working out takes a lot of time. You have to change into clothes, drive to the place, spend an hour, then shower and get ready again. That's like 2 or 3 hours of the day gone. How do people have time to do that every day? They must not sleep.

Okay, that's all for my complaining. 

Mary and Geo are both saying I should go back next week. 

I'm still thinking about it.

When it comes down to it, I know what will probably happen.

I'll probably happen to get a really bad cold that day.

Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest anyways.