So Monday started well with a free Starbucks followed by the usual day of phone calls, coffee, reports, emails, checklists, phone calls, coffee, reports emails! I kept getting that feeling that I had forgotten something though, I went through the checklists three or four times and everything was done and up to date. So what on earth had I forgotten ? And then when I tripped over my rucksack for the fourth time , I remembered, tonight was back to the Gym! Darn ! That wasn’t the word I used but my Mum might read this one day !!!!! As the afternoon ticked on various panics, urgent emails came in, stressed out clients calling, all I could think of was do these people not know I have to go sweat soon! It was also at this point that I also realised that the carefully packed rucksack didn’t in fact contain my gym stuff but was full off old books that I meant to take to the Oxfam shop at the weekend. I should never be allowed out in the morning till after coffee is drunk.
So not only were we getting stressed out about whether I would manage to finish in time but that I had to get back to my wee flat to get my ‘stuff’. Now dear friends it is at this point in the proceedings that I would normally have said stuff it, I am going home via the chippy but no, our heroine blundered on courtesy of a mad dash in a taxi, nearly breaking my neck tripping over next doors cat and all to make sure I made to Western Gym in time to allow GymGuyMark to make me walk fast on a treadmill.
So tonight we started on the treadmill thing, felt good walking off the days stresses, then I heard GymGuyMark say, we are going to try a few different things tonight. Pain alarm going off in my head but hey, let’s give it ago.
Cross trainer thing … hate hate hate … had to give up before thighs burst. This machine is becoming my nemesis and I am determined to feel comfortable on it.
Back onto treadmill, and get me, drinking water, yes water whilst I am walking. Show off.
Wee go on the bike next, enjoyed that, sitting down I can do.
And then it was up the stairs, hate stairs, they are evil ! Down on the floor says Mark, wee snooze thinks I. Now that I am an Olympic athlete at, and he is even giving me a nice big ball to rest my feet up on. Yeh right! The image below is what the exercise should have looked like. Me, I think I got my head up off the floor, and at one point when GymGuyMark reminded me to breathe, I distinctly felt a musclely type feeling in my stomach, can’t be sure yet but will report back once confirmed.
So after I found out that lying down for ten minutes blinking your eyelids is apparently not an exercise, we got the rest of the tummy torture out-of-the-way and it was time to stretch. By now, the legs are wobbly and tummy is thinking ‘I hate you, so much G’, I managed to dodge the can you come in on Tues or Weds (thank God for late shift) so I am back on Thursday for more of the same.
I have a feeling tomorrow, it won’t just be the hamstrings that are stiff, I think I might feel it all over !!!!!!
Shower, and bed methinks
You can do this, lady.
Well done that woman, keep it up, you have an obligation now to provide us couch potatoes with something to read!
Thanks Jules x
Thank you Gary, appreciated !
Hey, well done, YOU! Am mightily impressed and just MAY actually take heed and do something similar myself.
At the moment I am content with a relatively easy session of Zumba on a Wednesday night. Doesn’t seem so much like exercise as a lesson in lack of co-ordination to music!
Go for it Kells, am suffering today! Think the tummy muscles are none to happy at me 1