Welcome back to work or school (or whatever else you're using Tea & Such to procrastinate from). I missed you all!
So everyone's doing New Year's resolutions... I don't do that, but more power to you. For folks who have resolved to lose weight (and/or be healthier), peep this site that's offering free recipes and a free 30-day pass to Bally. You can't beat free with a stick.
Now, on to today's post. You all know I'm on and off the fitness train. Right now I'm on. I had 12 straight days off work (YAY!) and I went to the gym 10 of those days. *Patting myself on the back* I'm also trying to get into this formal dress for inauguration. Easier and cheaper to lose weight than to buy a new dress (There's always a dress...) I digress...
I was talking to a homie and he said I "spoil myself at the gym," referring to the fact that I don't think working out should be torture. I do the bare minimum and peace out. Unless you're a model, professional athlete or some other person who depends on their fit body to eat and pay bills, then I just don't believe in pushing it that hard. Give me 30 minutes juking on the elliptical and that's enough. (Yes I said juking on the elliptical, you should hear my workout playlist).
Friday I decided to try a new class at LVAC called "Workout Challenge." I knew from the description that it wasn't going to be fun, but there was no hip-hop dance, pilates or even aerobics classes at the time I wanted to work out and, for once, I wasn't really feeling the elliptical. Of course, my guy's workout judgment was secretly getting to me, so I decided to "challenge" myself.
I go to the class and the first thing we do is jump rope in place. 1) My coordination is not all that hot and 2) WTF?
We do 2 and a half minutes of jumping rope, then a bunch of squats and other unnecessary stuff, then 2 and half more minutes. About 30 seconds into the second set of jumping rope, my heart starts jumping into my throat and I feel a faint coming on. For those of you that don't know I have a tendency to faint. (It's called vaso vagal syndrome, no big deal really). I just need to pay attention to my heart rate and slow it down when necessary. Well... Friday it was necessary. I promptly put that jump rope and those heavy ass weights back and hollered at my usual eliptical machine.
No pain, no gain is fine... for the rest of y'all, but I'm just trying to keep my heart in order. If I'm getting chased on these Chicago streets, I want to be able to outrun my attacker. That's about it. I'm not doing any marathons, triathlons or anything ending in thon, really. Your girl's just trying to ward off the obesity, diabetes, heart disease (and sheer laziness) that seem to plague my family and my community.
If you find a fun (and simple) strength training class, let a sister know, but you won't find me jumping rope, running obstacles courses or any other faint-inducing behavior in the name of good health.