I’m taking a class at the gym.
An “Introduction to Kettlebells” class.
And every Friday morning (as it’s a Thursday evening class), my legs hurt.
It’s an amazing work out and I can now swing bells with husband, as he took the class this past spring. I’m so excited.
Not quite sure what I’m talking about? Watch this:
I grew up going to first to Clarks Hill Lake and then Lake Weiss. I think I enjoyed going, but never really liked the slimy feel of the water on my face or the muddiness that enveloped me.
Last weekend, CorporateMonkey and I took an introductory kayaking class through Valley Mill Kayak School. Within the first five minutes of getting in the water, I loved it.
We learned how to do a wet exit, basic paddling technique, how to do a T rescue, and finally how to enter an eddy. We were exhausted after the four-hour class and my shoulders hurt from carrying the kayak from the trailer to the river input and back.
Since I’m more a city-girl than a country-girl, I’ve spent time this week trying to figure out why I’m so in love with this new activity. Perhaps I feel more in control sitting a boat than just swimming in a lake. Perhaps I appreciate being away from (but still so close to) the concrete jungle that is DC. I like figuring out how else I can push my body and do things that I would have shied away from a few years ago. All of these things and more inspired me to sign up for the practice session next Saturday and the second class on Sunday, where I’ll learn how to roll the kayak.