You know who I hate? People who DON’T SWEAT. I CANNOT understand those magical girls I see at the gym who run treadmill marathons or do hardcore kickboxing and BARELY GLISTEN. How do they do that??????
Me, I’m a sweater. It’s disgusting. I can’t even believe I’m writing about it on the Internet. But the fact is, I sweat A LOT when I work out, and my face gets really red. It’s not like, an unhealthy/I’m-gonna-die level of sweating, but it’s a lot more than these magical sweat-free women. And I HATE people seeing me sweat like that. This is why, all through college and beyond, I have always preferred to work out by myself. Running buddies are not for me because God forbid I make one of my friends witness my sweaty, nasty, red-faced glory. I also have always avoided any type of workout classes (aerobics, yoga, etc.) because I just don’t like feeling like people are watching me sweat!
But, yesterday I FINALLY overcame my self-consciousness and WENT TO A CLASS! There was finally one offering at my gym that just sounded too FUN to pass up, despite my sweat-a-phobia. What was it, you ask?
URBAN REBOUNDING…otherwise known as Trampoline Class!!!!!!The idea of working out by jumping on a trampoline brought back memories of my favorite part of gymnastics when I was in elementary school…the trampoline! Seriously, bouncing like Tigger is SO FUN!!! So despite my apprehensions, I finally tried out the Urban Rebounding class last night. And it was really fun!!! It’s basically like aerobics and tae-bo type moves while bouncing on your “rebounder.” There were only 4 of us plus the instructor, who was super-peppy and fun (despite being one of those crazy non-sweaters) and blasted hip-hop music as we bounced around for half an hour. The moves weren’t hard but definitely got your heart rate up there. I certainly felt like I had don’t just as much as I do in 30 minutes on the elliptical, if not more. My legs really felt it. It was so nice to have my brain engaged in trying something new for a change rather than just busting out a tedious 30 minutes on a machine. And yes, I did sweat more than the other girls in the class but they both took breaks and I didn’t which I told myself meant I am still in better shape than them despite my sweaty pits. Score! I’m so glad I finally went to a class and took one step toward getting over my silly self-consciousness. It was so fun that I’ll definitely go back, and I even feel inspired to try more classes. Maybe Justine will take me with her to hip-hop dancercize when I’m back in Ohio and I can get all sweaty there too while finally learning some rhythm!