Tonight, I took a punching bag class at the same studio as the ominous “Results” class last week.
Less brutal, but still pretty damn intense.
Oh, and did I mention that I totally pulled an ab muscle in that class last week? I didn’t even know that was possible, but the lower left section of my abs is super-sad, and gave up the ghost tonight in class.
I swear, I thought an ovary was failing. Right there in class.
…Even if ovaries don’t really fail in that way.
Anyway, the class was a combo of punches and kicks at the bag in conjunction with squats, burpees, plank holds with medicine ball rolls (see above re: abs), and a Pilates-esque “teaser”-type position with medicine ball passing (see above again re: abs).
My abs hurt.
My shoulder hurts, but not nearly so bad as it could. I subbed in squats for burpees at the end of the class, as my shoulder was pretty much fried, but I could give the bag a decent pounding for the first 35 minutes of the class, which is a vast improvement.
One thing I didn’t do: my scheduled squats weightlifting for the night. No way, after all that hopping around.
Masochist that I am, though, I’ll probably go back.