Day 3 of find those abs!

After my first day of Abs, Buns, and Thighs taught by a mini-dictator (her cute-as-a-button face shouldn't have fooled me), I thought I would never walk again. Oh yes, I was feelin' the burn. Not only was I feeling every muscle from my butt down stretch and split as if I was coming out of a long hibernation, I was in the front of the class. How did this happen, you ask? I got to the class early so I could tuck myself in the back and we shifted so everyone could fit and I ended up in the front staring at the instructor. Dammit.

The next day, I decided my body hadn't had enough torture and went to my first yoga class. I thought the stretching would help out my sore muscles and I could move like a normal human being again. Wrong! If you can picture the Tin Man with one knee, and one hand, on the ground trying to grab the lifted leg with the free hand, that was me. At least for this class, I was not only in the back, but in the corner. I repeatedly thanked the yoga spirits who didn't want to further my embarrassment by having my non-flexible body in front of all those people built like pipe cleaners.

Tonight's torture class was pilates. I thought I was done like dinner the first 5 minutes of the class. Apparently, my quads were still sore from last Thursday and couldn't keep up with the warm up. I sucked it up and did what I could and the rest of the class (an hour, people) was hard, but I thought I did okay. I never got corrected by the instructor which could mean my form was so bad she didn't even want to start fixing me, or my childish belief that if I can't see her, she can't see me is true. I like to think it was the latter.

Now it's that time to watch the highlights of the Home Run Derby that I could barely hear while I was on the bike. I heart ESPN.