The suicide class I take otherwise known as triple threat was Monday’s class was a killer. I’m sure I am the only one actually blogging about it. Usually the deal is… we meet in the spin room, do 20 min of spin, gravity exercises ( a trapeze like machine with pulleys and weights), and then some plyometrics…jumping, speedskaters or running in place with high knees.
Well, unfortunately regular instructor didn’t show up. I know this woman… I always tease her about doing Zumba with me, which she will stare at me with that “really?” look and decline as usual.
She then continued to torture me with a series of sprint’s, pushups, burpies, sideway lunges, and jumps. It was TORTURE. I got through it.
Then 20 minutes of climbing on a spin bike.
Part of me really doesn’t hate it. I must be masochistic.
Til the next session.
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