I've now had two weeks of workouts, and I have to say that I like them. I especially like the cardio...when I'm done! No, seriously, except for the horribleness that is the stepper, I like the cardio, but there is NO WAY I would work as hard on my own as Linda and Will make me. Apparently I need taskmasters to bring me to my full potential! Although I feel like I'm gonna die before my seven minutes is up on each machine, I'm glad that they are pushing me, because I totally would stop about three minutes in if I were in charge. Will I ever get to the point that I could join a gym and do an intense workout on my own? Bwahahaha! Not likely!
The strength training is a tricky beast - I start a set of say, 18 somethings (can never remember the names), and at the five count, I'm thinking "this is easy, I could handle way more than 18" but then it gets to the 12 count and I'm starting to really feel it and finally 18 gets there - whew! Then I do something else, and then I'm back to the original something, only now it's 22 - ut oh. So far I've been able to complete everything, but it is harder than it looks.
I was really sore from last week's workout until Friday morning. And after this Monday's workout, I could feel it, but was not as incredibly sore as last week. I figured the worst was over...wrong! I woke up Tuesday, sore...in different places! What is up with that?!? My thighs were no longer killing me, but my calves and the backs of my knees were - and these were the same exercises! The body is weird, I'm telling ya!
But, and this is so strange for me to admit because I am a lazy wuss, I kind of like the soreness. It makes me feel like I am making my muscles work for me. Obey my commands (ok, Brad's commands), my muscle-y minions!