I decided to go with a co-worker to the gym over lunch to check out a "total conditioning" class. It was a really good class. I have a tendency to stare at the clock during group fitness- especially during the first class- so I know how much effort to give things. If it's 5 minutes into the class and I already feel like I want to die, then I need to rein in my effort so I can last the whole class. I rarely ever have the opposite problem of just not working hard enough. But this class went by pleasantly fast. It was an hour of ass-kicking that I needed, but I'm totally going to feel it tomorrow. After a few more classes, my arms are going to look amazing. But tomorrow, I'm going to be hurting and probably granting myself a day off of the gym.
Of course, I'm probably going to blow all calories burned (and many that I didn't) getting a couple of pints and fish and chips with some of my study abroad friends. But, let's face it, that's mostly why I work out anyway- to eat and drink.
Ah, gluttony.
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