I Didn’t Know My Heart Could Beat That Fast
Plyometrics has my number. Holy cow, dude.
I forgot to dig out my heart rate monitor before I started, but I will next time. I want to know where I was at, exactly.
I don’t need to know if I was in “the zone.” I know that I know that I was.
Also, I hate anything that has the words “jump” and “squat” together. Period. I refuse to ever like them. Do you know what it’s like to be carrying over 50 extra pounds of fat and loose skin and then jump around? NOT PRETTY.
