Those innocent looking neon green drumsticks are actually instruments of torture.
Today I attended my first pound class. I paid Jackie for one hour of torture. We were given a set of weighted neon green drumsticks. She slowly took us through the stance and had us bending and tapping the drumsticks on the floor. Then we would reach and tap them together over our heads. Sounded easy enough. Then, the music was blasted and we picked up the pace. Bending, stretching and slamming the sticks together. At times I had a hard time keeping up. Faster and faster, then it was over. Whew! We were done… with the first song. We worked our abs, T&A (thighs & ass(ets )), arms and everything in between. It was in a word, brutal. It was also fast, fun and exhausting.
Oh and Jackie, I’ll be there for the next class.
