Once, Twice, Three Times… I’m crazy?

Or Lazy. Kind of. Just stay tuned.

This morning at 6:40am sharp I left my apartment for the 7:00am Body Pump class at my (home) gym. The familiarity of the space was only mildly overshadowed by the unfamiliarity with the class… and the hour. Ugh.

It was my third Body Pump class of the week, and I gotta say, I kinda loved it. The class had a whopping 6 people so I considered it a private lesson of sorts. The instructor was AMAZING! She wasn’t perfect, but she was hilarious and encouraging… and hilarious. And she didn’t sing.

That isn’t to say that I didn’t sing. For whatever reason I had a blast! The 6 women in the class, primarily middle aged, were having a blast, too. I could tell. Unlike the 100% packed to capacity class that I take on Monday nights where the pretty-young-things get all gussied up and struggle to keep up with the routines, this class was just there to work out and support each other. They were encouraging and enthusiastic… Go middle aged body pumpers!

And – now that I’ve pumped, I can go to happy hour tonight as planned and not worry about choosing between my social life and my personal life (and the guilt I feel when I miss the gym). But why 3 Body Pumps in a week instead of just working out?

That’s where the lazy part comes in. For whatever reason, I have a hard time motivating myself to actually create a routine these days. I always feel like I’m doing it wrong or that I don’t want to do more. I convince myself long before it’s time that I can stop and go home. My accountability has gone straight down the crapper so… Body Pump it is! Thankfully they don’t all do the same routines, I’d get bored, and I think my muscles would get used to it.

My thoughts on what will hurt the most this weekend: Triceps. Chest. Holy goodness.

CLEARLY I have an affinity for Body Pump (and a possibly growing affinity for Zumba (blog on that to follow)), but my question to you is: What class can’t you live without?