I went to the Boot Camp class on Monday. On the schedule, it was supposed to be Body Attack class but somehow the fitness studio made a last minute changes. As I was already there clad in my Adidas track and Nike trainers, I thought to myself,
"Hey, what the heck. Lets give boot camp class a try. I did try various yoga disciplines and pilates before. I mean, how hard can it be, right?"
I cheated throughout the class. I did only 16 repetition of lunges instead of 32, 20 push-ups instead of 40 and I skipped hardcore bridging by bending my knees.
I am so ashamed.
Half way through the class, I secretly vowed not to eat Big Mac again.
Trivia: Did you know that the total calories for Big Mac is about 600 kcal? And you burn only 150kcal for 15-20min jog at the rate of 7 km/h? That's only the size of a cupcake!
And with the double everything promotion that they're having right now, I wonder how much is the calorie? And more importantly, how many hours of exercising you have to spend to shed it all off? Crazy, I tell you.
And the best part after all the sweat and tears, I bumped into my fiance. Waiting at my car wanting me to join him for a drink with our friend and his date at..............................................
STARBUCK'S and ordered a frappucino with whipped cream!
I hate you fiance.
It's been three days since Monday and I'm still limping. Like literally. I had muscles pain all over which freaks me out since I've been exercising regularly since I joined the gym.
Going up and down the stairs has been my biggest challenge so far. It also does not help when you drive a manual. It's like adding salt to the wound.
Safe to say, I have new sympathy for the disables.