I have continued working out with the class, when it fits my schedule. I am pretty much astonished at the progress that occurs with even a little faithfulness. For instance: we do push-ups every time...usually at least 2 sets of them (I'm only doing 45 minutes of the hour class at this point; I'm pretty sure they do a 3rd set after I leave). On the first night, I couldn't really do any. I struggled and trembled and sorta kinda almost did 2 or 3...but not really.
What's it been? A week or so? I can do 15 on the first round, at 10 or better on the second round, though I shake so hard I kind of just fall down when I'm done.
We do another torturous thing called "the plank." Elbows on the floor, holding the remainder of the body in a (boys') push-up position, abs and all the other fun muscles tight. I couldn't do THAT one at all either on the first night. I still can't really "do" it but I'm getting stronger. I assume the position and last maybe 5 seconds and then fall down. But then...I get back up again. So I'm kind of a ridiculous comedy side-show while all the other ladies are groaning in pain and begging for mercy but can at least hold the position.
That's okay. I still remember learning to do what I think was called the roman chair when I worked with a trainer several years ago. When I started, I couldn't even hang there, not even for a few seconds. Over time, I could hang for long periods of time and even lift my legs. If I got that, I can get this.
There are actually a bunch of things we do in class that I can't "really" do. But I have made real progress on all of them, as I try and just settle for doing badly (though as well as I am able) with all my might. And I'm confident progress will continue.
One of the plans I talked through with my son before I came here involved the bike/running path. I have never since high school attempted to do any kind of running at all. Even when I was small enough to not shop the plus-size racks...even when I was fit enough to jump bareback onto my horse from the ground...even then, I sucked at running. Add to that the fact that post-children, all the wiggle and jiggle is just downright appalling...and I just haven't even TRIED.
But I noticed before moving here, when I checked out that bike/running path, there are ALL MANNER of people running there. I mean, some are slim and svelte and look mahvelous sweating it out. But others are less well-proportioned, much more awkward, have terrible form, and even wiggle and jiggle every bit as much as me. Still, they are running.
I wouldn't dream of doing that where everybody knows me. Too damned mortifying. I have sorta kinda jogged in place the last 2 times in class (amazed the whole time that I could do it) and I'm beginning to suspect I might be able to do this. Which is what my son said. He told me to alternate...like, walk 3 minutes, jog 1, etc and he had a specific alternation pattern in mind, though I suspect at my low fitness level, ANY moving and pushing myself will dramatically improve where I am now.
So today, when I was kind of jogging in place for the first full 10 minutes of our time, I was looking hard out the window, imagining that when spring comes, this butt is getting on that path.
I think it's possible.
I am amazed to think so.