Zach is changing the workouts. We are doing more plyos, you know...jumping. I'm not a jumper. Yesterday we had to do some crazy thing where we just jump as far as we can. I thought it looked ridiculous. I wanted nothing to do with it. I told Janelle I was not going to do them and I wanted to do something different.
Actually I told her that I was just going to watch her do them and I was going to just sit there and eat my snack.
I did do some of the plyo stuff. I did the rocket jump thingys. Ashely and I call them the frog jumps. We have done them often in the past.
I'm not looking forward to all this jumping. Janelle explained the workouts for the rest of the week and I'm dreading it. I think I might have to run. I hate running. I even wrote an entire blog on my lack of desire to run.
I have a feeling I'm going to be whiny brat during this new phase of working out.
Oh! I did get an awesome compliment at the gym yesterday. We were doing squats and some guy told me that I have good form. He wasn't even trying to be a creep; he said he was a physical therapist and paid attention to form when people were lifting around him. So, that was super exciting.