Oh what a mother will do to hang out with her grown children!
My oldest has been going to a workout center named Orange Theory. Sounds strange, I know. The name comes from the idea that we need to be in a “zone” of 80% of our heart-rate in order to get the maximum benefit from our workout.
While visiting last month, my oldest convinced my youngest to go workout with her and sort of guilted me into going, too. I told her I was afraid that everyone there was going to be young with perfect bodies.
“Oh, no,” she said. “there are older people and”–then she hesitates–“those that are not in perfect condition.” That was a good save!
My daughter needs to get her contacts changed–there were no old people there. Oops, maybe I saw a 40 year old. Again, not old.
Yes, you guessed it, I think there was one person there who could maybe have lost 15 pounds. No where near my numbers!
I was fitted for a heart monitor–that should have been my first signal that this was going to be more than I bargained for. Oh, they give you a free first lesson to entice you into coming. That is not an enticement. Give me a piece of chocolate cake if you want to entice me .
Once inside, you can either start on the treadmill or the floor lifting weights. I started on the treadmill.
All I can say is that Thank Goodness the trainers and staff are really sweet and supportive while they are giving orders like a drill sergeant to increase the pace or increase the incline.
I was red. My face was red, my neck was red and the screen displaying my colors was RED. I skipped orange and went straight to RED.
I had to keep up. There is something in my genetic makeup that if someone tells me to go faster, I go faster. If they tell me to go higher, I go higher.
Noooooo, I was NOT done. I still had to lift weights and contort my body to make it stronger for another half an hour.
“I’m so proud of you,” both my daughters cheered.
I got news for you. Moms want their kids to be proud of them, too.
“We have to sign up for this,” my younger daughter said.
I had no problem having her sign up. More power to her.
“But, mom, you have to sign up with me to encourage me to go.”
I can encourage her from the kitchen table.
Nope, no such luck, I had to GO and encourage her. We signed up for 8 sessions a month and got the heart monitor–otherwise you can’t see yourself go orange, or in my case, red.
I have survived three classes.
My muscles are sore.
My knees ache.
And, I am so tired all day long after the session.
But, I feel better. I feel tighter. I feel stronger.
So I keep on going to the classes.
Oh, and I was right. There are only young, thin, people there and me, the old, not thin one.
Today my youngest said that next month she wants to sign up for three sessions a week.
My daughters say they want me to do this for my health.
My theory is that my daughters are looking for an early inheritance!