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A Reason To Hate the Number "55"
I'm not prone to hating numbers, but at the time of this writing, I do hate the number 55.
No, I am not stuck on that interstate in traffic. That would be a reason to possibly loathe the number 55, but not to hate it. And I think I have mentioned in a previous blog that I only occasionally use I-55 since I live less than a mile from work and the interstate is not part of my route.
No, I hate the number 55 because Amy -- the instructor at the BodyPump class I attended with my wife last Monday -- used several routines from that particular BodyPump release for that particular Monday night class.
Before I proceed further, some background is in order.
My wife and I have been attending BodyPump classes at Southeast Hospital's HealthPoint Fitness since the beginning of the year. We try to go at least a couple of times a week.
BodyPump is a group-fitness program in which participants perform various exercises -- usually with weights -- to pop songs. Each exercise focuses on working out a specific muscle group. You do one muscle group per song, and you do a whole bunch of repetitions of those various exercises designed to workout that muscle group. There are typically 10 songs used in a workout session.
Les Mills International -- the company that created the BodyPump fitness program -- releases a new workout regimen with a new set of music every three months. However, individual class instructors will often mix-and-match different routines from different releases to keep things interesting.
The current release is number 68 -- that number, I do not hate -- but Amy, our instructor from last week chose to include three routines from the four-year-old, release 55.
Which, I now hate.
Release 55 that is, not the instructor.
But who am I to complain?
Yes, those particular routines left me breathless, and more sore than usual the next morning and after doing the umpteenth push-up for that particular class my arms felt like silly putty. But I voluntarily pay to attend HealthPoint. I also voluntarily attend the BodyPump classes.
And the instructor did warn us that those routines from release 55 were "evil." Well, she didn't use the word evil -- I'm paraphrasing -- but she did indicate they were darn hard and we'd be lucky to stagger out of the class alive. Ok, there I go paraphrasing again.
As far as I'm concerned, attending the classes work. I may have to drop a pants-size, the first time that measurement has changed -- up or down -- in 15 years of marriage. I'm not sure who is happier, me or my wife.
If anything, I should be yelling at the BodyPump instructors "Thank you ma'am, may I have another!"
By the way, I intend no offense whatsoever to either Geoff or John -- the two male BodyPump instructors at HealthPoint -- by using the word "ma'am." It just so happens that the classes that have been attended by my wife and I have been typically taught by women.
I sure as heck don't want to offend either of them just in case they do teach a class which I attend. If they saw me, they might decide that the entire BodyPump release 55 would be in order for that particular session.
And if the other exercises are anything like the three from release 55 that I endured last week, they might be carting me out on a stretcher.
I wonder which hospital they would take me to?
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