Workout #2 - Ouchie!

This morning started off on a positive note, if only for one reason: I remembered to wear a sports bra! Golf clap! It was a good thing, because our trainer really likes jumping jacks. Not that I've seen him do one, but he likes making us do them. I've had a huge knot in my left calf since Monday's workout, so the jumping was not that fun for me. Hopefully I can trick my husband into massaging my leg tonight, because I'm tired of hobbling.

The jumping jacks were the easy part though. We did more of those blessed squat jumps, which I learned are called frogs. We also did a mishmash of: sprints, mountain climbers, push ups, chest presses, lat pull downs, step ups, balance lunges, squat rows, wood chops, and on, and on. Our trainer likes to kick our butts, but that's a good thing. As long as I don't have a heart attack, it's a good thing. I like the circuit training format we've been following because it tires out all of our muscles and keeps our hearts going at the same time. I wasn't the only one today gazing longingly at their water bottle, but unable to catch their breath to drink it.

Two exercises really stood out today. The hardest was the ab segment. Holy cow, we got our abs rocked today. Back to back segments of bicycles & crossovers, rinse, repeat. I felt the burn. Literally. Momma. The other exercise that stood out was sidestepping down the hall with an elastic band around our ankles. It perfectly isolated the muscles on the outer hips and the glutes. So much so that I think I'm going to buy my own band to do these at home.

Friday is our next workout. I'm going to be sore, but I'm looking forward to it. I asked our trainer if we could do more chest exercises since the push ups are still making me laugh. (They are laughing at me, why shouldn't I laugh at them?) We also get our measurements and body fat taken on Friday. OH! And apparently the trainers are trying to stage a coup. The challenge was originally set up as highest percent body weight lost, but they are going to try and talk the corporate heads into changing it to body fat or inches lost. Which makes me happy since I sprout muscle like the Incredible Hulk and the scale just doesn't understand.