Ok folks - I know I didn't blog about my exercise yesterday - and it's really just because I was so damn exhausted. What was supposed to be my usual Tuesday, kickboxing and personal training with Cheryl, turned into the most physically demanding hour of my life (outside of pushing in the delivery room)!
She was out and her replacement was this quiet, unassuming man. Until he turned on the music, got out his watch, and started shouting out orders like it was our first day at bootcamp! I'm not kidding - he really is a senior drill sergeant in the US Army. I looked around the room at many familiar faces, and at first, some people were giggling a little, but in about 5 minutes it was clearly evident we were in some deep shit trouble! And soon those snickers were replaced with groans, twisted expressions of pain and exhaustion, and cries for mommy.
Instead of a typical choreographed kick-boxing class, where the instructor counts down from 8, Frank used a watch to time us. And we did anything and everything from plyometric squat jumps, to calisthenics, like squat thrusts. We did a lot of jumping jacks, and punched and kicked until I thought my limbs were numb. We balanced on one leg with the other fully extended. And held it, and held it, and held it....
Frank walked around the room, with his watch, and yelled, "lower, lower, lower, get that butt lower," when we were holding a squat position. I had to laugh when this girl shouted back, "yes sir." (it was the only time I laughed) It truly sounded and felt like I had just enlisted. I thought of Damon and his service with the Marines and have a greater respect for the physicality of what he endured.
When that class ended, I swear to you, I would have been hard-pressed to meet the demands of an hour of personal training. Fortunately, God must have been watching out for me, because Cheryl and I had already rescheduled (for today). In my delirium from boot camp with Frank, I had forgotten. I wish I could tell you that I stayed for Body Pump afterwards, but I didn't. I went home. Slowly.
Today, I am sore. Bigtime. You know it's gonna be bad when you wake up in bed from the discomfort that comes from just rolling over. My back is really sore. But, in a good way. It's clear I worked hard. And working hard is what its all about. How else will I meet my goals?
Will I ever take Frank's class again? Most likely. And I'll be cursing myself the whole time he is whooping me into shape!
Here's the link to Frank's website: www.frankblenman.com. He is unbelievably educated, holds many awards, like Street Wars Middleweight Champion, is a 7th degree blackbelt, has founded many programs involving children, is a trainer and gym owner, and body-builder.
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