I recently shared how I got into running, but what I didn't mention, was that there was a few years where I ran pretty infrequently. Not because I didn't like it, but I just was deeply into (obsessed?) with group fitness classes, specifically the Les Mills classes (Body Attack, Body Pump, etc). I went to the 6am class at my gym every morning before work (Body Pump was twice a week, which is a weight lifting class, which meant my arms were a tad different than what they've become now). I usually went on Saturday or Sunday too. I had a core group of "gym friends", and, personally, I thought that in the hourlong classes, you got a great workout and they flew by.
When I moved and had to switch gyms, they didn't have 6am classes (apparently no one else who went there had jobs? all the classes were like 9:30am), which is how I went down the running route, but I still miss the aerobics class atmosphere sometimes.
Months ago, I bought a Livingsocial deal for a fitness studio that had yoga and a class called "Drums Alive". I discussed my interesting experience at yoga before, but I did attend another class. The deal expires today and I still hadn't tried the drumming class, so I figured I better get on that.
Basically the class is a workout while you drum, and the website describes it as "the most unique fitness program extravaganza to hit the market in years". Naturally, this made me a tad suspicious. In my opinion, these "workout crazes" can go either way - either totally destroy you, or have you barely out of breath.
With that in mind, I did a 5.5 mile run around the neighborhood before going, so even if the class was lame, I still got a decent workout in. I thought I might be slow only two days after the metric marathon, but my average pace was 8:58! Afternoon running is so much faster for me (strange how those 5am runs end up being so slow), but I hate it.
The class turned out to be using drumsticks to hit exercise balls on top of baskets, not actual drums.
I was debating returning today, because I still had one more class to use. At the end of the class, everyone sat on their balls to "cool down" (I didn't exactly feel too hot, but whatever). The instructor told us to "pour a drink". Everyone (but me) poured an imaginary drink, then, in unison, busted out hysterically laughing, while I just stared with a "WTF" expression.
After a few minutes, when it died down, the instructor explained that laughter is good for you (duh) so you should laugh every day, and it doesn't matter if it's real or fake. Then we had to do it again. I basically looked around with a few awkward chuckles thinking "get me the hell out of here". I do laugh every day. At reality. When funny things have, in fact, happened.
Needless to say, I'll be wasting my last class while I'm catching up on Biggest Loser with Eric.
I do think this class could be fun, and would be perfect for someone just looking to get into shape, it just wasn't for me. You win some, you lose some.
I did a 7 mile run with Lily at 5am today and yesterday. Thank God I have her, because getting up at 4:30 is getting tougher and tougher.
Even though I now have knuckle lights, things can still surprise us. In my neighborhood, on Wednesday, we approached someone walking from behind. We usually call out to warn people, but I guess we were deep into our conversation (what else is new) and she had headphones on, so she didn't hear us. As we got close, she let out a bloodcurdling scream, which led us to also start screaming, and ended with her shaking in the grass and Lily grasping me in fear. We still had our priorities though. The second the screaming ended, while Lily was clutching me in a death grip, she immediately asked "Did you pause your Garmin?!"
In all seriousness, be aware of your surroundings. This lady didn't hear us approaching because of her headphones, luckily we were harmless runners, but who knows who else is out there. Next time, what if she isn't so lucky? I do run with headphones, but always on low, with only one earpiece in. The only time I put both in and totally zone out is on the treadmill.
So that there's pictures other than fake drums in this post, I took a picture to show what happens when you live in a third floor apartment, leave, and realize you forgot something. Going back up three flights is way too much work, so you just call your spouse, and have them throw the item over the balcony.
|Today, Eric forgot his instant breakfast shake.|
|Eric always catches the item. I'm working on it.|