The rec center has come out with its new fall schedule. 30 in 30 is now called Circuit Training, Friday night Zumba is gone, and they added the kickboxing class that I was hoping for. Although when I put in my request, I said "Kickboxing without Stephanie" and the class they offered is taught by Stephanie.
Oh well. Gotta take what you can get.
So for the last week, I went to my 30 in 30 class; but Julie the torturer wasn't there. Instead it was Jason, and I worried what was ahead. Turns out I had reason to worry because one of our stations was frog jumps. He demonstrated and he really did resemble frog with tremendous leaps that seemed effortless. I knew this would not be the case for me.
I took that station first since it was the one I was dreading the most. Jason liked that. So I got into position. He hollered "Go!" and I jumped. Well, I did what was my equivalent to a jump. I swear I can't jump to save my life. One time Julie had us jumping up and down on a step for one of the stations, and I almost ate it on my first jump. I ended up having to step up and down instead. So here I am trying to frog jump across the floor. Jason could make it across the room in 4 jumps. I took me 10. Or maybe 11. I didn't get any better at them in the four circuits that we did, but I did get faster I think. I never did fall, but with the other stations, my legs felt like jello. So did my arms for that matter, which really makes me wonder why I'm not as sore as usual today. Not that that's a bad thing, but it does make me go "hmmmm...."
Tonight I'm meeting Kelly and Shana to run over that damn Bailey bridge. I think I'm only going to run 2 miles because my IT band is acting up. That's not good. A visit to the chiropractor might be in order, but then I'll have to tell him that I've been frog jumping.
I wonder what he'll say about that. I wonder if I'll ever be able to jump. I'm not sure if it's physical or mental. If it's mental, I just have to keep telling myself, "Be the frog! Be the frog! Be the frog!"