A New Found Enemy

No, I usually would not say I have enemies, but now I do. It's called the 5 lb dumbell. On a whim I joined a "bootcamp" at the tiny gym that just opened near our house. Last night was the first of 8 1-hour sessions that I will be attending to jumpstart my workout routine again. All I have to say is that as I was opening the door to my car last night, my knees almost buckled and I almost fell to the ground. The funny part (well it was funny to Kurt, but not me) is that I was the youngest person in the class. This sweet 70 year old woman was keeping up better than me. Of course I was next to the girls who has been in the class the month before and who have personal training regularly. Of course my pride came out and I tried to keep up with them...and failed. I had to take some rest breaks. I can barely pick up Jack today. My thighs feel like they are going to burst.
But hey, it's only temporary right?