Aug. 7: 45 minutes spinning class, with the poor woman just ahead of me on my right stopping several times & panting hard, or barely peddling while seated when the rest of us were up & hill-climbing. But she made it through to the end. Good for her. "As you are now, so once was I," I thought. On this date in 2007, I couldn't have even managed what she did.
60 minutes Pilates class. The Pilates War at my gym is in full force. One faction of gym members really likes the instructor who replaced the regular instructor when she went out on maternity leave. The replacement is charismatic, energetic, talkative, full of theories, throws in advanced moves & pushes us harder. I like her, too. But some in that class like her so much, they're angry the regular instructor came back. They think her class is way too easy & not brainy enough. Through their protests & comments, they got the gym to keep the new one for Thursday, and they pointedly don't show up on Saturdays for the original instructor's classes, trying to send the gym a message. I'm conflicted. I like both, personally. I agree one pushes me harder & I value that. I am a little uneasy about the Cult of Personality they're developing around the replacement instructor. And yet, she's gifted ... and I want to reward excellence ... Oh, my head aches. I want to make it impersonal & all about training. But it isn't. It never is, with teaching. It's intensely personal. Because it's a kind of relationship.
Aug. 8: 45 minutes spinning class
45 minutes weights

<-- that is how I feel about this workout. I have been away from the weights for too long.