This morning I think I burned off all of the candy I ate this weekend. Honestly, I am not much of a candy person, so I should restate that and say that I burned off most of the scones I ate yesterday. (damn Harry and David for making such a delicious scone mix!)
I went to Spin class, and again, my morning inspiration was missing...Hazel was off. She was out last Monday as well, and I am starting to really miss my Hazel pick-me-ups. However, Jolene was the sub, and I have to say, she did a great job. She spins really fast, but also does a great job of keeping the class motivated with her words. (she's no Hazel, but I doubt there are many like her out there)
After spin, it was time to break in my new shoes. Over the weekend we went outlet shopping, and I got a new pair of Nike trainers (see photo above). So, I took myself and my new kicks to Bootcamp class with Shannon. God. That. Class. Sucks. In a good way of course - I mean, where else can you get your ass handed to you by a smiling, friendly, lady who doles out tough love, lovingly? Seriously, Shannon has a way of pushing you to your limits, but making you feel like she is right there with you, going through your pain. She'd be a great mid-wife!
Bootcamp class is a combination of cardio and weight-training. So there's plyometrics, calisthenics, weighted bar work, and plenty of hand weight exercises. One minute you're toning, and the next you're getting your heart rate up - or both at the same time. Picture butt kickers, high knee running, jumping jacks, kick-backs, squats, curls, and anything else that sounds brutal. It was.
My Nikes served me well, and so far, no blisters, which is a good thing. I'll let ya know how my feet fare tomorrow after kick-boxing.
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