Five parts of Strength and Sculpt? I think this will probably be my last post dedicated to Strength and Sculpt despite how entertaining my workout fails are! Anyways, this week someone’s husband decided to join the group. They had big bulky arms with veins popping out. He brought his uber-heavy weights from home. My boyfriend looked at me and we agreed: This guy had no idea what was coming. And honestly? I had no idea that this guy would fail so hard. You know what he did? Within the first five minutes, he was groaning and moaning worse than I
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Strength and Sculpt Part 4
I’ve managed to convince myself I have superhuman powers. I woke up two days ago thinking, “Ugh, Strength and Sculpt, I hope it gets cancelled so I can’t go and nobody can shame me for it.” The next day, our instructor emailed us letting us know she she had tweaked her back and that she would let us know if Strength and Sculpt would happen or not. I thought, “OMG, I used my powers for bad. I never wanted her hurt!” Except I guess I kinda did, because I texted my boyfriend hoping class was cancelled and it WASN’T. Sigh.
Strength and Sculpt, Part 3
Ugh, this class is such a (beeeeeeeep). Sorry, trying to clean up my profanity when I discuss exercising. I went to this class with a full on migraine. I’m talking pulsating head, a stomach that felt like it was going to heave at any moment, and an aura of dread emanating from me. I took two Excedrin, crossed my fingers, and prepared to enter the seventh circle of Hell. Hell took the form of two to five pound weights and an excess of arm exercises. I’m shocked that my limbs didn’t fall off though they did refuse to cooperate at
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