Back to H.I.I.T.

I rejoined the Monday/Thursday morning H.I.I.T. class today, taught by Marta.  The last time I took a H.I.I.T. class was just before Labor Day, so it's been over two months.  I am always nervous before H.I.I.T., and when I was feeling exhausted about halfway through the warmup, I knew I was in trouble.

Thursday H.I.I.T. classes are usually harder than Mondays, at least for me - Studio 1 doesn't have a class in it, so we spend the time in that room doing lots of running up and down the floor.  It's not just running, though - it's shuttle runs (also called suicides), bear crawls, squat jumps, dragging a 25-lb weight under our feet while using our hands to pull us down the floor, pushing that same 25-lb weight down the floor with our hands, and whatever other tortures Marta devises.

After all the racing up and down the floor, Marta had us each go to a bench.  We had to do a series of different exercises with the bench or on the floor: arms on the bench and jump legs in and out, cross-crawl abs, walk up and down the bench with arms, mountain climbers with arms on the bench, and arms on the floor with legs on the bench and jump legs in and out.  She had us do 50 of each exercise, but I didn't make it to 50 on any of them because I was so worn out.  I don't like that feeling of failure, but I guess I can look at it from the optimist's point of view and say that I had pushed myself hard enough earlier to make it difficult at the end.

I'm dreading Monday's class.  Don't get me wrong - I hate it, but I love it.  Honestly, it is highly unlikely that I would make myself do this stuff on my own.  There were a couple times I thought I was gonna puke during class this morning, and I wasn't the only one!