So now that I'm an adult who isn't being forced to sprint around a track ten times or swim 12-200m I.M.s for time (I still have nightmares!), I can take it easy when it comes to working out, right? Wrong. For several years, I did moderate elliptical sessions at the gym and half-assed my way through spinning classes, but I wasn't seeing the results I wanted.
Recently, I've been kicking it into gear by doing: fast-paced circuit training that includes these crazy moves called man makers; heavy-resistance bike rides; and interval runs on the treadmill that make me feel more than a little uncomfortable. (Add an incline and I'm good to GO!) But some weeks I start slacking off again, and that's when I force myself to get back on track. Tonight, I'm begrudgingly going to a sports conditioning class at the gym that will involve a ridiculous amount of squat jumps, lunges, pushups and SPRINTS. Ughh, sprints. Everyone will be broken up into teams so we can race each other—it is not fun. And if you finish last, you feel like the loser in gym class who no one wanted on their kickball team. (Which, ahem, was never me.) People will start clapping and cheering your name as you attempt to finish without a look of total mortification on your face. It sucks. Oh lord, don't let me come in last!
Needless to say, I'm nervous for tonight. Is that normal? I suppose it's good to do something outside of your comfort zone every once in a while! Does anyone else get the same feeling before a tough workout?