Feel the Burn!

If only my instructor was like Hans und Franz...

Did I mention in my last post that I'm taking a weight training class? Let me explain:

I work for a university and as such I can take classes for free - including from the Health and Physical Recreation department (in other words, gym classes!). So a co-worker and I signed up for weight training for women which is two days a week for the next 10 weeks. Today was our first day and Janie, our instructor, is going to *Pump* us up!

This is going to be so good for me because I really need the external motivation to do my best. If I try really hard I can get myself to the gym every now and then, or take a zumba class in town, but the fact that there is mandatory attendance (and I paid a $10 supplies fee) means that I will not flake out on my workout. And I *love* that this is a class only for women! No big sweaty men strutting from machine to machine, bench pressing my entire body weight and generally making me feel stupid and weak. I think there's one or two female athletes in my class, but for the most part, everyone there seemed as clueless as me - yay!!

I was a little nervous about starting this class during my 2ww, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and act like I don't even know. Anyway, I'm such a weakling, I didn't lift anything heavier than 20 lb. (except in the leg exercises, my legs are hella strong!). And I need this! I make way too many excuses for why I can't work out: zumba leaves me manic for the rest of the night and I can't sleep, sweating ruins my precious curly hair (and I'm on the Curly Girl method - have I blogged about that yet? If not, I totally will), I think I may have ovulated and I don't want to accidentally kill a little embryo. Bull shit, bull shit, bull shit.

Clearly this whole getting pregnant thing is not happening, so why do I bend my life around the assumption it will? That only leads to heartache, as many of you know, I'm sure. This class will be good for me, good for my whole body. And it can only improve my chances of getting pregnant. And the pain in my muscles is an *excellent* distraction from any symptoms I'm having, real or imaginary. Thank heaven for tuition remission!