Body Sculpting

Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, I go to the local YMCA and exercise. I just started going in September, so I'm still new at all this exercise business. I usually get on the treadmill for a while and the stationary bike for a while. Today I was the only one there. Some days there are five or six young mothers in there. Today, no one. I was bored. I tried a different kind of bike, then I tried the elliptical. I didn't push myself too hard, and probably wasn't even going to be sore. Until. Until a friend invited me to come to a body sculpt class later at 5pm. Oh. My. I feel like I have been sculpted. All over.
I am so out of shape. I would be very proud of myself if I could do that entire class and not feel like I was being tortured. I couldn't finish all the reps of some of the excercises. It was obvious that I need this class, and I hope I can keep going. I need crock pot dinners all ready to go when I get home after class at 6pm. Tonight we had some kind of swiss steak over egg noodles. That's another subject, dinner.