Ow
I finally made it to the gym tonight. You may give me a round of applause now.
#applause#
Thanks, you're so kind.
I may need a hoist to get me out of bed in the morning. My arm muscles are already protesting, loudly, whenever I lift my arm above shoulder level.
I only went for a swim tonight, but once I have a session with a Really Fit Instructor who will show me how to use the machines I'll be doing a workout and a swim. I've made a fool of myself in the past by falling off a cross trainer (an experience I am not keen to repeat) so I'm going to wait for them to show me how to use these new fangled contraptions before clambering onto one of them in public.*
But I enjoyed the exercise - I swam 20 lengths of the pool, and came out feeling energised and proud of myself for actually getting off my arse and doing something.** I did start to get a bit sick of being splashed full in the face from the freak of nature in the lane next to me though. I was in the slow lane, doing my breast stroke/doggy paddle hybrid ©, and this dude in the fast lane next door kept splashing me right in the face. I'm sure he did it on purpose. And he was like the effing Duracell Bunny, he just kept going on and on, so I couldn't even time it so that I didn't have to pass him. It wouldn't have been a problem (I do realise that I was in a swimming pool, and it's therefore ok to get wet), but I had forgotten to take my make up off before I went in and had been trying not to get my eyes wet so that my mascara wouldn't run. But it did of course, courtesy of Duracell Swimmer, and I came out looking like Alice Cooper in a tankini.
Other than that it was a success. It's going to hurt in the morning though.
*Not that falling off the cross trainer was a result of inadequate training, just inadequate co-ordination on my behalf. So being shown how to use the machines won't stop me falling off, but at least I'll know where the emergency stop is this time.
**We also walked home but this was the Boy's idea - I was all for getting the bus and complained bitterly about being tired, cold, hungry and needing to pee during the 20 minute walk home. Fiance has learned to just tune it out I think.
#applause#
Thanks, you're so kind.
I may need a hoist to get me out of bed in the morning. My arm muscles are already protesting, loudly, whenever I lift my arm above shoulder level.
I only went for a swim tonight, but once I have a session with a Really Fit Instructor who will show me how to use the machines I'll be doing a workout and a swim. I've made a fool of myself in the past by falling off a cross trainer (an experience I am not keen to repeat) so I'm going to wait for them to show me how to use these new fangled contraptions before clambering onto one of them in public.*
But I enjoyed the exercise - I swam 20 lengths of the pool, and came out feeling energised and proud of myself for actually getting off my arse and doing something.** I did start to get a bit sick of being splashed full in the face from the freak of nature in the lane next to me though. I was in the slow lane, doing my breast stroke/doggy paddle hybrid ©, and this dude in the fast lane next door kept splashing me right in the face. I'm sure he did it on purpose. And he was like the effing Duracell Bunny, he just kept going on and on, so I couldn't even time it so that I didn't have to pass him. It wouldn't have been a problem (I do realise that I was in a swimming pool, and it's therefore ok to get wet), but I had forgotten to take my make up off before I went in and had been trying not to get my eyes wet so that my mascara wouldn't run. But it did of course, courtesy of Duracell Swimmer, and I came out looking like Alice Cooper in a tankini.
Other than that it was a success. It's going to hurt in the morning though.
*Not that falling off the cross trainer was a result of inadequate training, just inadequate co-ordination on my behalf. So being shown how to use the machines won't stop me falling off, but at least I'll know where the emergency stop is this time.
**We also walked home but this was the Boy's idea - I was all for getting the bus and complained bitterly about being tired, cold, hungry and needing to pee during the 20 minute walk home. Fiance has learned to just tune it out I think.
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Congratz, first step is the hardest. . .
ps did you get a chippy on the way home?
Nope, we had pasta! And the boy wanted to stop for a sweetie on the way home but I declined!
Next time you go swimming - let me know (not just because I like girls in swimsuits). I shall knit you a suitably Gothic spell that creates a plughole at the end of DBunnies lane and you can carry on without getting splashed.
Curious to know what a "sweetie" may or may not entail
*wanders off scratching his head*
Goth - snort!
It's a euphemism ;o]
I feel ashamed about my insistence on a cab back from last night's gig (which followed Pizza Express) after reading this... However, it was a blizzard.
Cat - I wouldn't worry, I've only been once so far, it may not come to anything! The last time I joined a gym I had a membership for a year and went once the whole time (and that was the day I joined).
I figure, come October, I can stop going and get good and fat.
I really enjoy reading your blog (some entries are hilarious) and your now NOT futile attempts to get fit, keep it up! I am on the same boat, trying to join a
gym in the city and find the sheer will power to do some exercise!
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Thanks Guanchegirl!
I'm now feeling the pressure to actually keep going to the gym to avoid having to tell lies on my blog! I suppose this a good thing...
Ha ha. NO new post. Is it because you have been too busy guest blogging? Faithful readers make your way to mine. . .NOW!
I hate falling off the cross trainer - I try to avoid it as much as possible. But good job on your gym efforts!
SH - it's not just me then?! Huzzah.
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