BODYPUMP…The New Yoga?

Let me preface this story by explaining that last week was a STRESSFUL week, with 2 exams coming up, a group project and year abroad planning I was feeling well and truly snowed under. Having had no time to go the gym all week, coupled with a severe case of demotivation, I decided to take matters into my own hands and booked a yoga class at the gym. Believing this would help me to ‘focus’ my mind and ‘relax’ I headed to the gym excited to see who I would become after my class.

Heading into the studio I saw that everyone had a whole set up laid out in front of them from a bench to a bar with weights and a few weight plates. A tad confused, but sure I was in the right place, I too collected the equipment until I had a mini home gym set up in front of me. To say I was out of my depth would be an understatement but this was YOGA! I was going to leave relaxed, refreshed and ready to get back to my uni work with full concentration and a clear head.

It was only when the instructor began the class with “Welcome to Bodypump” that I realised the grave mistake I had made. I was now in a body pump class filled with possibly some of the henchest men I had ever seen who were decked in all the kit from gloves to belts, whilst I had my bar loaded up with 2.5kg either side. At this point, I had two options- either leave and figure out where the hell yoga was, which I was now late for, or just brave it and bodypump my heart out.

And thus began possibly one of the most excruciating hours of my life. I lifted, I squatted, I crunched. You name it I did it, all whilst the lovely Rachel was yelling at us to lift higher and squat lower. My idea of a Thursday night ! Despite all this sarcastic complaining, I did actually enjoy the class and it was definitely fun pushing my body to the limits and being pleasantly surprised at how much I could actually do. Although I was a sweaty shaky mess after the class, it was definitely one of the most productive hours of my day.

BUT, post class the worst part wasn’t even over ! :)))
The next morning was possibly the most excruciating muscle ache I have ever felt. Friday was an absolute write off- I basically just sat in Cafe Nero all day and worked, although I must say it was pretty productive, I was officially out of the rut. On Saturday we attempted a trip to the pumpkin patch which had been rescheduled from the week before, but I simply could not walk. We left the house and attempted to make a move towards Twerton but it was a lost cause. As I had already left the house I decided to head to Sainsbury’s to at least get my weekly shop done, which we did- except I was almost on the verge of passing out.

As I am writing this, it is Monday and I am almost fully recovered although my arms are quite sore. So, to conclude, body pump is difficult, but a great workout- if you are prepared to also give up your weekend due to an inability to move. Rachel if you are reading this I have booked my class for next week but whether I will be there depends on my weekend plans!!!!! xxxx

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