This deserves another post!!

HOLY MOLY!!! I decided to take the "50/50" class today. It's 50% cardio (30 minutes) and 50% resistance training (obviously, 30 more min.). So, I know I'm not in GREAT shape, but I mean...I'm not awful either. I definatly don't sit around all day doing nothing. I don't let much time lapse when I do fall off the workout "band wagon". Last night, I did 55 minutes of straight cardio, kept my heart rate UP, sweating, huffin and pufffin~the whole nine yards! Ok, so 30 minutes, in a class with others to keep you motivated, should be fine. BIG freakin HAHAHA!
OMGoodness. The intructor says she is going to take us up to "zone 3" which is "hard", and a few times push to "zone 4" with is "extremely hard", for brief moments.

So, we start warming up. Again, there are a bunch of women who most certainly take this class regularly and know the steps before she even switches gears. The end of "warm up", I'm feeling like I'm in the zone 3, but hanging in there, keeping up with the special little moves. However, very quickly after that, I'm feeling like I'm in this zone 4 and my heart is RACING, face is red as a tomato, sweating and panting. I'm starting to slow down, and not just my speed, but my mental capacity to do these stupid little choreographed movements. Totally looking like the uncoordinated white girl, up in the front for everyone to see. I'm honestly battling in my mind, which is worse ~ jumping around like a wounded animal or packing up and walking out in front of everyone. I convince myself that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of my ridiculous movements (IF they even notice at all), that I'm getting a good workout (from hell) and that I'll be proud of myself afterwards. I keep pushing through, doing some of her "modified" options (and still wondering why everyone else is all chipper and limber). Then she says we're going to zone 4...I'm thinking "WHAAAAAAAT?! There's NO WAY this isn't zone 4" (and get this....there's a flipping zone 5?!). Yeeeeaaaaaa, so I think I was seconds away from a stroke at the end, at the end of only THIRTY minutes! The second half, resistance, was fine. I have the muscle, but I guess smoking has really done a number on my lungs.
I'm pooped. Nap time for me :)