The room that we work out in is called the QVR room. The meaning, is Quick Visible Results. It is maybe a 20x20 room, no window, and only one door that is always closed. The class is always at least 20 people, may be more. I have no proof of this, but I swear they have the thermostat set at 90 degrees.
Let me tell you about our Saturday instructor; or should I say drill Sargent. Her name is Brittany and she's about 5'6" has blond hair pulled into a tight pony tail that reaches the small of her back. Her attire today was an army ball cap, green t-shirt and fatigue pants. She came in today with a big smile, but I knew what was coming, and I still was not ready for the onslaught of torture.
She started us off with a mild set of half jumping jacks and then relentlessly; she pushed us harder and harder for 20 minutes. Last nights wine, began to pour out of me in buckets; as we switched back and forth from stepping on 8" step to down on the floor doing inverted crunches. A brief respite came when she told us to grab a twenty pound weight, gulping my Gator-aid and trying to pull air into my lungs; I grabbed the weight before returning to the black 8" high step of torture. Another 20 minutes using the weight to inflict pain on various parts of my anatomy. Thinking I would have another break to return the weights to the racks were dashed when we went into 10 minutes of ab work.
Finally, the command to stretch came. Gasping for breath and my workout outfit drenched with sweat, Brittany opened the door behind us, and air came into the room for the first time. Let me tell you, Brittany may have an evil streak, but she is great. When I weighed in today, I was down another 3 lbs. So far, I have lost 11 lbs. Three weeks to go and still a long way from my goal.
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