|IKEA Cafe breakfast|
|Chiptole Carnitas salad (no rice, no beans)|
This weekend was a BLAST! Literally. Since I was staying in the Buckhead area, I decided to sign up for a class at Blast 900. A friend recommend it a few months ago, but because of the commute, I could never make it.
|Rocking my new Lululemon Run Speed Shorts|
It was a sweet and sweaty hour of intense intervals on the treadmill and fast moving weights. Our class was 60 minutes long and we were broken up into two groups: group one began on the treadmills, group two began on the floor (weights).
Our class was set up to rotate in 5 minute intervals: floor to treadmills, treadmill to floor.
Every Blast class is different, which is what makes it so fun! Ours went a little like this:
30 seconds crunches
30 second plank
30 second plank jacks
30 seconds push ups
30 seconds bicycles
Switch to treadmill:
Incline: 12%, running 5.5 mph
30 second intervals work/rest
The circuits changed every 5 minutes; we didn't repeat one movement in that hour! We were climbing hills, sprinting, side shuffling and doing tabata's on the treadmills, then we were doing dumb bell curls, push press, tricep extensions, plank jacks, push ups, jump squats, lunges, burpees, sweating it out on the floor.
If it were closer, I would totally consider a monthly membership, but it's just not feasible with my schedule right now.
My legs were noodles afterward.
I can't compare it to a CrossFit workout, because they're just not the same. Apples & oranges. When you start moving heavy weight around quickly, well, there's just no other workout like it in the world - that shit is hard. And leaves me feeling ATE UP. Like, I have to sit down on the floor of the shower afterwards. Like, I need help getting my sports bra off, because I can't raise my arms above my head. Yeah, ate up. Broke off.
But Blast? It was fun, not overly complicated and not a huge CNS killer. Light weights, body weight movements, loud music, great cueing, and someone was there to refill my water bottle for me when I drank it all. What! I could get used to that. Just saying.
To round off the weekend, the Husband and I had our date night at the Atlanta Food Truck park.
Visiting the park was on my "ATL Bucket List" and trying something from every one of the trucks is on there, too. We feasted so hard, I thought someone was going to have to roll us home.
The husband and I shared everything. But let's not kid around, I was stuffed!
Glyocen stores thoroughly replenished, I was uber ready for a hot and heavy Spin class this morning. In my radical new yoga leggings from Victoria's Secret, no less.
I have dubbed them my Tron pants. I feel a PR coming on very soon.
Do you have a pair of PR pants? (Or just a favorite pair of pants you feel like a rockstar in?)
Name the best thing you ate this weekend!
That sea salt dark chocolate pretty much rocked my world.
Have you ever ordered from a food truck? Have a favorite one in your area?
The Blaxican is my new favorite. Those are the best sweet potato fries I've ever had. And I don't say that lightly.
Your last workout apparel purchase was from?
Lululemon (my bright blue wunder unders!)