Body Pump OR Walk

Paris and sore legs do not go well together.  Walking.  Lots of walking.  I didn’t realize that after my Body Pump class at the gym, I would be this sore.  I am sore.  I woke up at 8am this morning thinking, "Ouch.  I am sore."

So, my Body Pump class.  In case you don’t know what that is, it is basically a class full of squats, lunges, things with a bar bell and weights on it working every muscle in my arms, legs, butt, stomach, and any other body part that has a muscle.  Half way through the class, my legs started to shake and feel like jello.  Toward the end of the bicep curls I thought I couldn’t go on, but I did!  None of the little French women were going to outdo me!  Especially since I was bigger than most of the girls in there AND had less weight on my barbell than they did!  I am not proud to be bigger, it is just that French women are teeny!  And now I believe them to be strong as well.  OK, I will admit it.  At one point during the lunges, I sort of took a little break.  I missed like one lunge before my instructor yelled to me, "Continuez!"  Yikes!  I did continue out of fear of humiliation again! 

Justin and I walked home from the Canadian bar tonight (a whole day after the workout).  Ouch.  I stumbled my way home.  It was about a 30 minute walk.  I am going to have to think ahead next time I decide to take a Body Pump class.  I will have to ask myself if I am going to be walking that day.  Of course I will.  I live in Paris!  Bring on the Body Pump!