Friday, November 08, 2013
I joined this gym solely to have access to the pool; I've come realize it's a much greater asset than that.
The gym has fitness classes every evening, Monday through Thursday. There are also morning classes Monday through Saturday. During the business week, the classes start as early as 5:15 a.m. The classes are always available. There's no need to sign up or RSVP.
Wednesday evening, I did a "Group Kick" class. The club describes it as an "electric fusion of martial arts and boxing movements" that will "define and shape your body and self confidence." (I've left out the exclamation points. Whomever writes the club's descriptions needs to cut back onthe caffiene.)
I'm not a big fan of aerobics classes. Even when I throw myself into them, they're never as fun as being outside. I won't describe this class as fun, but it did kick my ass. I'm sore in places I've never been sore before. It's not bad - I can move around just fine - but I'm impressed. At one point, I declined to jump up and down because I could tell my heart rate was already waaaay too high (no HRM needed - I could feel it was too high). I don't think that's ever happened to me during an indoor fitness class. Well done, crazily energetic lady at the front of the room. Well done.
The moves in this class were a bunch of pseudo-martial arts & self-defense moves. Since I'd never done the class, I had a heck of time following some of them. Fortunately, there was also an instructor a couple of places in front of me. Mostly I just followed her, but even so, I was pretty lost at times. That, in and of itself, will not discourage me. And I wasn't the only one in the room with that confused look on my face.
The advantage of this full class schedule is that I can stop by any night on my way home from work. We're getting close to the time of year that I stop commuting by bike. (At least this year I'm not being forced off the bike by a painful IT band. Yay, stretching and painful foam roller treatments!) I haven't ridden this week because the Hubs has been home, recovering from his emergency appendectomy nine days ago. The Hubs usually doesn't get home until 6:30 at the earliest, so my stopping at the gym on the way home won't cut into what little time we get to spend together in the evenings. (But I will definitely need to do a better job of using the slow cooker, or cooking big batches of stuff on the weekends so that there's a quick and easy meal available when I do get home.)
The club opens at 4:30 a.m. Monday through Friday, and there are two lap lanes available in Pool I every morning until 6 a.m Monday/Wednesay/Friday, or until 9 a.m. Tuesday and Thursday. Pool II opens at 6 a.m. Monday, 6:15 Tuesday through Thursday, and 6:45 Friday. (The Masters swimmers have the pool at 5:15 Tusday - Friday; once I can actually swim, I plan to join them so I can use the pool whenever they're using it. same for the Triathlon group.) Those times are early, but it would allow me to get in a workout, then come home and have breakfast with the Hubs before we both go to work. Only time will tell if I'm that motivated.
I have court at 1:30 today, but this is my afternoon off. Once court's over, I'm headed to the gym to swim. The club is across the street from the juvenile court, where I practice. And yes, that was a deciding factor in why I chose to join this gym and not the other one that met my needs. My back hurts from the Group Kick-my-butt class (sore muscles between the shoulder blades, not the "I'm-tired-and-old" backache), so I imagine the swim will feel good. (If not, the sauna sure will!)
But first, time to go put people in jail and make people cry.