Saturday was the 2nd time in life that I ever did a body pump class (1st time maybe 6-7 years ago). I am no stranger with weight training, I work out with my personal trainer twice a week and despite the morbidly obese status I am currently rocking I know my way around free weights pretty well. When I do weights on my own at the gym I kick ass. Haven't quite mastered the chest press with the barbell yet (not b/c I can't do it, but I'm afraid of mishandling the bar and smashing my trachea without a spotter, it really happens), but I'm working on it. So when I went to the class I get my weights and load up the bar, b/c I'm no rookie! "I got this!" I say to myself. I train 30-35 lb dumb bells on my own, I'm pressing 55-65 with the trainer, 25 lb barbells for chest presses and bicep curls ain't got shit on me! Not even 15 minutes into I was like, "What the f***" and couldn't wait for it to be over. I got through about 80-85% ok, but I definitely had to take breaks. So as I was telling my trainer about it yesterday she told me there was a difference between muscular strength and muscular endurance. Hmmm...Body builders = Muscular strength. Basketball players = Muscular Endurance. That's my simple way of breaking it down. While I pride myself on being able to lift heavy, I have a hard time doing various arm exercises with weights for a continuous amount of time, like a 5 minute song. While other people are keeping form and doing the exercises, I was looking for a moment to not look like a weakling and take a break. I think what kept me going and able to keep up was that the instructor was my younger sister's really good friend, so she kept calling me out (on the mic, I might add) when I looked like I was about to wimpl out. It was a good class, but I don't know if I'm a body pump kind of girl. I definitely recommend it to people who really don't know much about weight lifting esp. free weights.
The wedding was nice. The reception dragged and dragged and dragged before anything really started happening. They served dinner which was wack, so I passed it to my brother, who eats mostly anything. My brother's a lawyer and a natural bodybuilder. He's getting married in almost 2 weeks and I love him like crazy. He is probably why I may have high standards for men, but I'll post on him another time. I knew Saturday I had planned to eat a little off plan, but I wasn't going to waste it on wack wedding food, so after what seemed like an eternity at the reception we went for Mexican. I got fajitas and didn't eat the tortillas or rice. Definitely a big step for me and trying to get better. In the morning I ignored the whispers to stay in bed and went jalking (jog/walking) outside. My parents have moved up like the Jeffersons and live in a very very nice house in a very nice neighborhood. They deserve it, they raised 5 kids in a very very small house, where they lived for 25 years. Anywho the backyard leads right to the man made lake and has a walking path, so I got it in with an hour and half to spare before having to leave for the airport. When I got back to Atlanta I went straight to the grocery store, came home, had some dinner and made my meals for the week. Yep I was definitely on one on Suday and the week has been good so far!
Sorry for the verbal diarrhea post! Anywho 1 wedding down, 3 more to go. I'll leave you with what I looked like at the wedding. Good night peeps!
