Although I told myself I would get back on track from my tri-less depression, Sunday gave way to school clothes shopping; and I missed Zumba.
But Monday, I was ready to go.
I woke up a little bit late. But I stuck with my plan, and just altered it. I had planned on getting up to do circuit training before swimming. So I just had to shorten both. I ran through my circuit only once and then went to the pool for some laps. Bascially, I only had 20 minutes of each, but it was better than nothing.
The weird part was I kept thinking about sharks. I know there's no sharks in the rec center pool, but I couldn't shake this irrational fear. Of sharks. I don't know what that's all about, but I know it was ridiculous. Maybe it was because the pool was so empty and I was in the lane closest to the diving well. Who knows.
Later that evening I was ready for the 30 in 30 class. Although I don't always know what the class holds, I always know it's going to be a good workout.
Today, Julie had 5 stations for us. One of them was planks where we were warned not to put our knees down. We had 30 seconds at each station with 10 second transitions. I started with the planks because I hate them so, and I wanted to start it off strong and get it out of the way, and I chose the plank of my hands rather than my elbows. Turns out that our 30 second bell had a 10 second warning. So when the bell dinged, several things happened at once. I dropped my knees. Julie yelled "10 seconds!" and I looked up and saw her giving me the exasperated evil eye with the head tilt. I realized my mistake and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" and got back into position.
After round 2, we had a 30 second water break. Things were going great until the third round. Julie put weights on my back as I held my plank. That was tough. My arms were shaking and I saw the first drop of sweat hit the mat. But I held it.
Next round. She was there again with the weights. And I struggled. But I held it.
By now, I'm beet red; and the 30 second water break went all too fast.
Round 5. She asks, "Are you ready?" I told her, "My next blog post is going to be called 'Julie is the Devil!'
She laughed. "Okay! Just don't put it on the class review!" she said.
Then she added more weight. I had thought that I would do the next round on my elbows because my arms were feeling the effects of the previous planks and the other exercises. But as I was in position with the weight pressing down on me, I didn't think I was going to be able to hold it. I could feel my middle coming closer to the mat, and I hollered out, "I fallling!" I grunted my way through the last few seconds, and I collapsed when I heard the bell.
On to the next stations trying to forget that I had one more plank to do. I dreaded it. I didn't want to do it, but what was the alternative?
I got into position, again on my elbows. The bell went off, and Julie put the weights on my back. It was much heavier this time. So heavy. I started to grunt. Where was the 10 second bell? I screamed, "Where's the bell!???" and it finally went off. I had 10 more seconds to go. I heard Julie say, "You can do it for 10 more seconds!" and I started screaming. Screaming to push past the will to stop, fighting against every fiber of my being that wanted just to lay down. It was the longest 10 seconds ever.
Finally the buzzer went off and I dropped. I felt the weights come off my back, and she said to go take it out on the ropes which was the next exercise. I left that mat in tears. Luckily no one could see them because my face was so red and sweaty, but they were there. They were there because it was hard. They were there because I wanted to quit. And they were there because I didn't.
I found out later that the first set of weights was 10 pounds, the second was 17.5, and that last one was 25. 25 extra pounds!
No one mentioned my screaming. Probably because they understood it. At least that's what I'll tell myself. You have to scream at evil. It makes it go away.