I went to my first StrollerFit class on Monday. It may seem easy, especially since Jonas passes the 60 minutes like this...*
Be not deceived. It was akin to a 24 S.E.T. class I used to love/dread, but with 20 extra pounds of poor-pregnancy-eating-habits and a stroller and a kid. The moms there are in great shape--not just fit, but toned as well--which gives me great hope.
Instructor Crystal kicked my butt and made me want to puke. For the next two days, it was unreasonable to expect me to answer a knock at the door within 3 minutes. And let's not even talk about sitting down, widening my stance as if I were pregnant again. No pain, no gain, right?
(I'm assuming the no gain part comes from the gross impossibility of making my way to the pantry to find something delicious to eat).
I went again today. I thought Instructor Crystal was bad until I met Instructor Kim. She worked me so hard I peed my pants.
That's not figurative.