And the Torture Begins..

Today was just out of control!  Jack and Gladys are now fast friends, intent on helping Skinny Me escape.  They have been plotting for the last week and their glee is unsuppressed.  The glints in their eyes say it all.  I am finally beginning to recover from an hour of Zumba hell!

The plot was exposed when Gladys, this afternoon, ordered me to do 3 sets of 10 (25-30 pounds of weight) on the Butterfly machine before class began.  Then she wanted me to swing 5 pound weights as I walked to class!  Has she lost her mind?!  Of course, Jack is loving this.  If that were my only torture, I'd probably be able to move now.  Oh, no!  The fun was only ABOUT to begin.

Since the Butterfly machine is broken, I used the pull down bar; yes, 3 sets of 10 at 30 pounds.  The first dance was quite a lot of fun, but 15 minutes into the class, my body decided it just wasn't up to it and my lovely instructor was not about to give me a break.  Her encouraging smile and "Lynette, move it!" kept me going for the next few minutes.

As we moved to the jumping part of the routine, I experience a whole new torture!  The Zumba girls, which now roll around in their compartments like squirrels in a sac, nearly knocked me down.  With each kick, they flew higher and higher.  At one point, I felt they would find their own heaven.  And the weight?  Oh, my goodness.  How can that be?  The last jump nearly lost me an eye!  I MUST find a sports bra.

Oh, and let's not forget the walk home.  I discovered muscles I only know about because I saw them in the anatomy poster on the doctor's waiting room wall.  The first 7 minutes lasted a year.  I realized that I had only walked about 15 feet.  Suffice it to say it was a very long walk home.  I really think my new bottom was being carved out during that walk.  I think the only thing that will help is a soak in the hot tub and about 20 Tylenol.

I need a nap...