Strength and Sculpt Part 2

Strength and Sculpt has been difficult for me to write about, mostly because I come home exhausted and talking about it exhausts me even more. It’s literally taking all my typing skills not to turn this post into “blah, blah, blah, oh and weights” (though let’s face it, it’s rapidly coming to that).

Strength and Sculpt, despite its name, makes me feel weak and flabby. By the end, even two pound weights feel overly heavy. I feel tired afterwards, instead of the surge of endorphins and giddiness I usually get at the end of Barre. I go home and can only think with regret that I should probably shower before I allow myself to crash on the bed and never get up again.

The instructor calls out how much we will hate her the next day when we feel the abuse we put our muscles through. And she’s right. I scream in pain doing simple mundane things like sitting on the couch, or bending over to pick up the keys I dropped. I think I was audibly groaning by the time I made it down the stairs this morning, every step feeling like bruises are bursting up all over my thighs and buttocks.

I’m going to continue this class because I feel it’s worth a few extra go-rounds. Maybe my body will adapt and become a freaking machine. Maybe I’ll get hella toned and be the kind of girl that wins swimsuit competitions. And maybe I’ll continue going because I already pre-paid and you *know* I don’t throw my money away.

Here’s to more Strength and Sculpt in my future!

You can find Part 1 here.

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