Dec 01 2008
Adventure Fitness
I’d like to take this opportunity to post the last post of NaMoPoBlo… or whatever it is. You see, or read, that I have ridden on the coattails of my fellow blog authors this month (as most months) and let them do all the work while I sat back and enjoyed the ride. ***edit- as it turns out, I missed the boat on this one. Jess got in under the gun and stole my thunder, or something. But since I’m too lazy to delete the introduction, I’m just editing it here so you all can see me for what I really am.***
I’m good like that. If you ever met me, I’d be more than happy to show you how easy it is to heap praise on those close to you and then let them do the work.
But, that’s not the point I wanted to make in this post. I do LOVE Jess and Bridge and would have been lost more times than I can count (especially in Paris… why don’t they speak English?) but this post is about me. ME, ME, ME!!!
Since the infamous tennis game in which I suffered an injury that defies all logic for anyone who has ever played tennis before. (Yes, I said I tore ligaments playing tennis. I’m a klutz. What of it?) I have put on a small amount of weight but an amount that is enough to make ye old pants a bit tight. I came to the conclusion that tight pants suck. Two ways I could deal with this large little problem: 1) purchase all new pants in a bigger and better size! or 2) lose some fucking weight.
By the luck of the draw, option 2 was behind the door I chose. What shit. I’d LOVE a new wardrobe. Except that I’d REALLY hate shopping for it. So, there’s that.
Good thing more luck was headed my way. A friend of a friend just opened a gym (SWSI) and was running a Holiday Fitness Challenge. The basic premise of the HFC is that there was an assessment at the beginning of the thing (you know, how fast can you run a mile, how many push-ups can you do, how long can you hold plank w/one or another extremity in the air…) and then there’s an assessment @ the end of the HFC.
The meat of the HFC is Adventure Fitness classes. (I really tried to find some pictures showing people doing similar stuff but Google Images failed me miserably. But here is what the facility looks like.) Anywho- we go to the class and do circuit sorts of training which helps me stave of the ongoing boredom that is riding a stationary bike or staring at a wall/out a window while running on a treadmill.
Our circuits are things like:
>take this medicine ball and throw it to the ground as hard as you possibly can (this one is doubly awesome because it’s a good venter of stress)
>attach yourself to this big bungee cord and sprint to the end of the turf… then maintain yourself (by NOT falling over as I’ve done before) by running backwards as the bungee pulls you back
>do as many rows (kind of like an inverted push-up or pull up when you’re laying on the ground instead of standing) as you can and then do 3 more
>sprint to the end of the room and back then get into plank and hold it until the trainer tells you to get your lazy ass up and run again
>push a sled with weights on it while running as fast as you possibly can
>etc
Did I mention that I’m having a WONDERFUL time doing all of this crazy shit? I mean, I HURT after the first couple of classes but now am invigorated and wish I had enough dough to buy enough classes to go at least 4 times a week. Ah me…
I did, however, take a photo of my beer belly (at least that’s what I call it and have no kid excuse) before we started and will take another one after the HFC is done. At that point I may seriously contemplate posting the pics… I’ll be like a Al-fomercial. It’s bound to be awesome. I mean, surely Victoria’s Secret or Playboy or Cosmo will be flooding my voicemail and email with requests to be their front page gal. Right?

