The last few weeks we’ve been doing a “boot camp” style general fitness class, 2x per week for an hour before work. It’s been too cold to take it outside yet, so we’ve been renting a fitness studio at one of the local fitness clubs. It works well because one of my colleagues is a fitness instructor at the same club, and she’s been donating her time. Also, the club has agreed to donate all of our rental fees to charity (Dartmouth General Hospital), so its a win-win.
There are usually anywhere between 10 and 14 of us on most mornings, pretty much an even split between males and females. There are a wide variety of fitness levels, but I am probably the fittest one there, up until today. It is also nice because we all know one another as well. The workout changes a bit each day, but is usually a mix of strength stuff and cardio stuff. This morning we had a new addition to the group, a woman who is about the same age as I am, maybe a little younger (I’ve never asked, that would be rude). The session this morning consisted of 20 different stations, each one was a different exercise, and alternating strength / cardio. After 10 stations, there was a group cardio session, then start on the next 10. We were asked to pair up with a partner and work around the stations. I paired up with Nikki, the new girl, and we started working around the room. tricep dips, step type stuff (keeps the girls happy, I’ll put up with it), squats, etc.
Anyway, we get to station #8, which consisted of 8 suicides. You know - sprint, touch the floor, turn, sprint back, touch the floor - etc. Lap 1, dammit, we’re nck and neck, lap 2, same thing, lap 3, same thing, lap 4, she gets back up and sprinting a little bit ahead of me, lap 5, I slip a little coming out of the turn, lap 6, I’m holding her even, maybe a half step behind, lap 7, catch up ever so slightly. I am NOT getting beat. lap 8. I got beat.
Yes, I got chicked today. It was a lot of fun, and very motivating. I want to unchick myself at our next session. Friday morning - Nikki, watch out.