Workout (Cardio)
Body Step - 12:10pm-1:10pm
I still hate step, but I sweat to the point where my hair and clothes are soaking, so...I guess it's worth it.
But still..Ugh :).
Having a Personal Trainer at Work Could Have Its Perks
After Body Step, Rebecca and I returned to work, weary and sore, and as we were defiantly and rebelliously standing waiting for the elevator, Ted came out of the daycare and greeted us enthusiastically, for he knew that we had gone to class and he's all about motivating people to exercise. Until he heard the elevator doors slide open, and saw us begin to move towards the elevator. He ran across the lobby, yelling that we were not taking the elevator and I insisted that I was and hurtled myself in. I could hear him coming from inside the elevator, telling another staff to not let the doors close and then, just as the doors began to slide shut, he threw himself in, demanding that I get out of the elevator. I refused, latching onto the railing but that didn't work, he simply peeled my fingers free and dragged me (almost kicking and screaming) from the elevator and then marched me up the stairs.
For those that are wondering, it's 1.5 flights of stairs ;).
Body Step - 12:10pm-1:10pm
I still hate step, but I sweat to the point where my hair and clothes are soaking, so...I guess it's worth it.
But still..Ugh :).
Having a Personal Trainer at Work Could Have Its Perks
After Body Step, Rebecca and I returned to work, weary and sore, and as we were defiantly and rebelliously standing waiting for the elevator, Ted came out of the daycare and greeted us enthusiastically, for he knew that we had gone to class and he's all about motivating people to exercise. Until he heard the elevator doors slide open, and saw us begin to move towards the elevator. He ran across the lobby, yelling that we were not taking the elevator and I insisted that I was and hurtled myself in. I could hear him coming from inside the elevator, telling another staff to not let the doors close and then, just as the doors began to slide shut, he threw himself in, demanding that I get out of the elevator. I refused, latching onto the railing but that didn't work, he simply peeled my fingers free and dragged me (almost kicking and screaming) from the elevator and then marched me up the stairs.
For those that are wondering, it's 1.5 flights of stairs ;).
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