Last night, I went to my first Kettlebells class. I had no clue what to expect, except that I was convinced I would end up with a few bruises out of the deal. After all, what else would happen when you are swinging a 20 pound metal ball all over the place?
I had a fantastic time. The hour long class went by really quickly and it was HARD work. I found myself shaking like a leaf several times. After the class was over, I had a huge endorphin high. I was blabbering like a fool about how much I loved the class for at least an hour afterwards. This morning, I talked to my friends who went to the class with me, and they said they did the same thing - so at least I know I'm not a complete nerd.
When I got home, I played with Sophie and got her to bed, then put my bike on the trainer and watched my Tivo'd Biggest Loser. I think I may have my new Tuesday night routine . . .
Oh, running blog, right. Track workout Monday night. I've got 8 miles on the schedule tonight, hills tomorrow, and a 10K race Saturday.