It should have been easy to lose the baby weight. Eat right and exercise. What is so hard about that? But I found myself celebrating my baby’s first birthday and still weighing more than when I became pregnant.
My plan was to get into a consistent work out schedule. But it had been a while since I had been to the gym. I set a realistic goal of going to the gym 2-3 days a week. That was about all I could expect my three kids to tolerate of the gym’s child care. So I started with doing cardio and added some Pilates classes. Then on a Friday afternoon, I gathered my kids and all their gear and jumped into the car to catch a TBC Class.
As I approached the group fitness room, I saw another woman also walking in. She was about my height but she was tan, extremely fit and muscular. Nothing on her body jiggled. I began to panic as I realized that this must be the instructor. That should have been my first “sign” to run the other way.
I looked at her with a weak smile, “Is this the TBC Class?” “Yes, come on in.” She nodded and smiled. She was pleasant. I used to take cardio classes all the time. I told myself that I would be fine. She explained the equipment that we needed to gather for class, 2 sets of weights, a body bar, a step with six risers and a mat. As I began to gather the equipment, I heard another member telling the instructor that after last week’s class, it hurt her to sit down for days. This was just another “sign” that I ignored. “TOTAL BODY CONDITIONING,” the instructor said. “That is what we will work on today. We will do every muscle group-head to toe. Let’s get started!”
We started to warm up by marching in place, lunging side to side and then moved right into the horrible muscle burning exercises. It was 10 minutes into class when I actually wanted to cry. I tried to look around to see if anyone else was having as much difficulty as me but when I took the focus off the repeater knee lift on the step, I nearly tumbled off and twisted my ankle.
It seemed like 2 hours, not 15 minutes, when we were told to “grab a drink.” I ran to my water bottle, unscrewed the cap and began to gulp the icy cold water.