I love swimming. When I lived in Florida I took full advantage of the beautiful pool at our apartment complex. Unfortunately floating around and laying in the sun does not burn calories. The instructor of this class, I think her name was Satan, was determined to make us work.
We did laps, and kicking, and pushups on the wall. Then we did more laps, more pushups, and more laps with weights in our hands and no kicking. Then we climbed out of the water and sat on mats to do some ab work. As soon as I got out of the water I thought I was going to die. I seriously could not move. She walked up and down the rows shouting "OPPOSITE ELBOW, OPPOSITE KNEE..nice tattoo, by the way... Now MOVE!" Complimenting my tattoo did not make me hate her any less at that moment, believe me. We got back into the water and did laps with flippers and kick boards and finished with some stretches.
Now I'm sitting at home sipping on my green smoothie and resigning myself to the fact that I will not be able to lift up any kids at work today. Or raise my arms. Or sit on the floor with any hopes of getting up.