We were doing the "Filthy Fifty"* - 50 reps each of "boy" pushups, butterfly situps, Superman abs, 10-pound curls/presses, ball slams, kettlebell swings, jumping pull ups, high knees, um...something else that I can't remember, and box jumps.
Now box jumps scare me. A lot. Brad uses a stepper, like this one, on five risers. Did you get that? FIVE risers - which makes that thing TOWER in the air. Actually, I just looked up the dimensions, and all totaled it was about 14 inches high. Which is really tall, especially considering that I'm pretty darn short - 5' 1". I am very intimidated by this exercise - in fact, I've only done it one time previously, and that was using two risers. And it was scary and hard then!
So I was nervous, knowing that I had to face the dreaded box jump. I put it off as long as I could, and then I had to do it. I was petrified - it took me several false starts to do my first jump - and I barely managed to get my toes on the box. It's like you are jumping from the very bottom of your feet straight up in the air - and in my book, the only person who can do this is Steve Austin, aka the Six-Million-Dollar-Man.
And I was supposed to do fifty of these???
I was freaking out, internally - and then I tried again, and didn't make it. And I tried again and barely got on the box. And then the tears came. I hate being so afraid of something! I really didn't think I could do it - this was the thing that I could not conquer. My body was not strong enough to do this. I took a couple of minutes to duck into the restroom and try and compose myself - oh yeah, have I mentioned how much I hate crying in public? And yet I am a crier, so unfortunately many people have gotten to see me in tears.
I went back out to the dreaded box step, where Brad gave me a hug and suggested removing one set of risers so I could build up my confidence. Believe me, I still wasn't confident that I could do this. But this is why I am going there - to do things that my trainers tell me to do, because I know that I won't push myself the way they push me.
So I jumped again. And landed on the box. Both Brad and Linda cheered me on. And I kept doing it - and you know what? It never got easier. I was still freaking out, and had several more false starts. Linda sat next to the box step and talked me through it - and I finally got my fifty in. Damn, that was hard. Mentally and physically. I don't want to face that again for a long, long time.
But I got through it.
*Brad likes to name his