The start of another six week HIIT session. Apparently there is no break between this session and the next so we appear to have been a successful pilot. Four of the six victims have returned for more of the madness. Two new have joined.
The routine is the same, the activities a variation on a simple theme. In between each exercise 30 seconds of either, star jumps (don’t hit your thighs control the arms), pistol squats, spotty dogs, and stair climbing (running up stairs in the press up position). After that we were granted a 30 second recovery jog!
“This is your recovery”; it haunts you in your sleep. “Pain is only weakness leaving the body”, Pete booms again. He knows us now and how hard he can push – he takes no prisoners, and pushes – hard, very hard.
His 30 seconds are decidedly dodgy; he even admits to 40 seconds on occasion. Believe me an extra ten seconds is a very long, long time. “Ten seconds remaining”, we don’t believe him; “Go, go, go”. During one particular intensive exercise I was reminded of Jack Nicholson, in some of his more sinister roles and on a very bad day. It must be the grin as Pete skips the length of the dance studio, shouting encouragingly.
We worked and sweated, and sweated and worked our way through the session, came out smiling and feeling we had had a jolly good work out.
Sleep doesn't come easy after HIIT, the body continues to puzzle over what the heck happened in those short 35 minutes (excluding warm up, warm down and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g). Muscles fizzing and crackling as if connected to the National Grid long after you have finished exercising.
As for the following 24 hours, walking feels like an audition for the Ministry of Silly Walks.
Amanda
The routine is the same, the activities a variation on a simple theme. In between each exercise 30 seconds of either, star jumps (don’t hit your thighs control the arms), pistol squats, spotty dogs, and stair climbing (running up stairs in the press up position). After that we were granted a 30 second recovery jog!
“This is your recovery”; it haunts you in your sleep. “Pain is only weakness leaving the body”, Pete booms again. He knows us now and how hard he can push – he takes no prisoners, and pushes – hard, very hard.
His 30 seconds are decidedly dodgy; he even admits to 40 seconds on occasion. Believe me an extra ten seconds is a very long, long time. “Ten seconds remaining”, we don’t believe him; “Go, go, go”. During one particular intensive exercise I was reminded of Jack Nicholson, in some of his more sinister roles and on a very bad day. It must be the grin as Pete skips the length of the dance studio, shouting encouragingly.
We worked and sweated, and sweated and worked our way through the session, came out smiling and feeling we had had a jolly good work out.
Sleep doesn't come easy after HIIT, the body continues to puzzle over what the heck happened in those short 35 minutes (excluding warm up, warm down and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g). Muscles fizzing and crackling as if connected to the National Grid long after you have finished exercising.
As for the following 24 hours, walking feels like an audition for the Ministry of Silly Walks.
Amanda