With planning that would put the greatest military minds to shame we were out of the house by 8.45 and ready to go to the gym. I dropped the Bean off with the lovely ladies at the creche and headed upstairs to the torture chamber.
Because we were early I decided to get a bit of cardio in and managed to squeeze 15 minutes on the cross trainer before the class, limbered up I was ready to go! Or so I thought.
I explained to the instructor that not only was I new to the class I was just getting back into exercise after the baby, I hoped she would take pity on me and be kind, but with a knowing look she said she would keep an eye on me and make sure I was doing ok, in other words not slack off too much! We started off and the first couple of exercises were easy enough to do, then the instructor hit us with sprints in between the weights. Lordy was I in touble! I hadn't ran since before the Bean and the sports bra I had on was not really up to the challenge either...
The good thing about such a short class is that even if you are totally knackered with a face redder than a beetroot, which I was, you know you have only got to keep going for a few more minutes before you can pass out. The creche at my gym is for 1.5 hours you get to have a shower too. Bonus!
So, class done, I'm still able to move, although not sure how I will be tomorrow, and I booked in to do it again next week, with a more sturdy bra on of course. What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment as well as home made cake.