I hate weight training because it makes me SORE.

You know, the only way I've ever enjoyed weights is when I've had a trainer, mostly because I like someone hovering over me to push me harder and because I'm less likely to cop out when it's someone else's time. Taking a class, however, might be a happy medium.

I really, really enjoyed the class yesterday. The music was low-key, the exercises were challenging, the instructor wasn't a yippie Chihuahua on speed, and I really felt like I got a good workout in the hour I was there. I ran two miles after that, making a mental note that if I want to run well - faster - next week I should think about running before the class. I'm going to take the class again on Monday, provided I'm not too sore. I have a long run tomorrow, and later my friend Shelane and I are going to go to Bikram.

Today, though, I think I'm just going to take my dog for a nice long walk. It's still snowy and cold and ridiculous here in Chicago. There is a rumor that it's going to warm up next week, but I'll believe it when I see it.

Posted by Erin at 11:56 AM | filed under: Ouch

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