In an effort to start exerting more actual effort on my non-running days, I decided to hit up a class at the Y called Ultimate Circuit taught by Christie. I had no clue what I was getting myself into.
We jumped rope. We did jumping jacks. We did squats. We did the football run. She sent us out for laps. And let me tell you... I don't care that 13 laps equals a mile. When you keep getting sent out for 2 laps every 5 minutes after you've been bouncing around the whole time, it kind of sucks.
There was the one lap where we were told to skip. That was nice. Of course, the next time it was back to 2 laps. Oh, and run up and down the stairs after each one.
And the lap of lunges. Let me tell you... one lap goes by quickly when you're running. When you're told to do lunges for an ENTIRE lap? You start silently cursing this woman named Christie, even though you're sure she's a perfectly lovely individual. You'll do it again when you get out of bed tomorrow, I'm sure.
Don't even think for a second that I haven't tried to figure out how to log the 9 laps we actually ran in my mileage log. I ran. It counts. The problem is I don't really know how to convert 9/13 of a mile into decimals. (Math was never a strength for me in school. Or in life.) I'm guessing it's around .75 mile or so. Anyone know for sure?
Then there were bicep curls. And tricep work. And lat work. And ab work. OH THE AB WORK! It was so hard that I believe I am guaranteed a 6-pack when I wake up tomorrow. Either that or severe pain every time I laugh.
Needless to say, I got my hour's worth of sweat and calorie burn today.
Of course, I followed it with the Nachos Cozumel at dinner and then a hot fudge sundae at Sonic. I did have them hold the whip cream, but I also asked for hot fudge. Oh well. This is part of why we run, right? Dessert.
The speed workout went well yesterday. I'm thinking a gentle 4-miler tomorrow to gear up for my 9-miler over the weekend. That is, if I can get my body to lift out of bed tomorrow.