It's Tuesday. Day two of driving in my rented yellow Beetle. I feel like I'm driving a giant five cylinder bubble. I hate it. But my car is in the shop as a result of another woman's faulty flip flop. Don't drive in shoes that slip off your feet. Baby's First Car.
Anyway, today was the Bra Complimenting Instructor's class. Last week she urged us to up the ante and add more resistance or weights to our normal routine in the class. I'll usually grab a middle to easy resistance band and get 8 and 5 lb dumb bells. Is that how it's spelled? If not, they are dumb.
So, in order to up my ante, I grabbed 10 and 6 lb weights. I had been using 12 lbs for various exercises when I work out by myself on Thursdays, but classes are harder since you do more reps than you voluntarily do in the solace of a dark studio.
I was so proud. Until I couldn't take the 10 lbs anymore on a move that has my shoulders falling off. Start with a dead lift, bring the weights to your shoulder as a bicep curl, and then bench press it over your head. Do that 20+ times with weights you're not used to. So, I thought it was a good time as any to switch to my 6 lbs.
Well, guess what? If you turn a 6 lb weight upside down it's 9. Yup. So much for a break.
The other thing was I got there late since I was playing with my poor neglected cat this morning and I had to station myself in the front of the class. Thus, was unable with my dignity intact to go and get 5 or the real 6 lb weights.
So, yes, I pushed through and made it through the crazy class with 9 lbs weights. Now knowing I can do it, you'd think I'd want to do this for every class. Well, you'd be wrong. My arms can barely stay up on my desk to write this. No, I will drop to 10 lb and 8 lb for next week. Sound good?
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