Yesterday, finally, I did a Body Pump class at the gym.
I started with a 30-minute intro class, just the instructor and one other person who had done the class a couple of times. He walked us through the exercises, showing us the proper form, explaining what to expect. That made all the difference for me. We took a 15-minute break, and then, did a 55-minute class.
I did pretty well! I couldn’t do all of the dips, push-ups, or planks, and needed to rest before anyone else in the room, but I don’t really care about that, because I certainly did more than I would have been able to do a month ago. And, I actually did a few real push-ups, on my toes, as opposed to the modified ones on my knees.
This morning, I’m definitely sore, but not unreasonably so. My legs are worse than my arms, which tells me I made the right decision to go with the lightest weights for the lower-body exercises and to use just the bar for the arms/upper body. I felt no shame whatsoever being the only person using just the bar. I’ll get there—no one to impress, no need to overload myself.
I saw someone yesterday I’ve not seen since Christmas, and she called me tiny. That made me blush, but it felt good. Gotta keep it up!