At the start of the class, the instructor barked out her demands- 100 skips + 10 push-ups; repeat 10x. Completed them. 1000 skips. 100 push-ups. Had to take a water break in order to catch my breath.
And those were just warm-ups. 😒
I hate jumping rope. The gym uses these clunky jump ropes that force me to hop higher. UGH. Where are they keeping the speed ropes?! When we moved into the structured exercises proper, extra effort had to be put in. Dug deep to find the last ounces of energy to grit through the 45-minute session. Gave up doing those jumping lunges. Walked them instead, and kept the ahemmm knee bent low. (Sorry, can't resist the GoT reference.) This side of my room giggled like crazy (for the third week in a row) when the instructor hollered, "Keep your knee bent low whether you're walking or jumping!" or a shorter reminder, "Bend your knee!"
I'm tired this week. Physically. Dunno why. I've managed to get in nine hours of sleep every night. Maybe it's because I've missed out on several cups of caffeine over the past week. Like I forgot about it and by the time I remembered, it was 4pm and too late to consume any. Even as I opted out of the more exhausting anaerobic classes, I kept the aerobic exercises to keep the body moving and muscles stretched.