Well Tuesday was "D" day or should I say "Gym" Day, I have been carrying my gym bag around in my car for over two weeks......... just so that it could get used to the idea of going back to gym I didn't want to give it too much of a shock, being exposed to people and gym equipment after spending the last 9 months in the cupboard............ I thought I would take it slowly.
I must say I was very disappointed that when I swiped my card that there wasn't balloons, whistles, and fireworks, that the manager didn't come out to personally welcome me back, he was very surprised to see me, he had gotten used to taking my money each month and us not using the gym, we were one of the first families to join the gym when it opened 5 years ago, why oh why did I stop going .................. I had not swiped for so long that the entrance machine did not recognise my card, and I had to be let in............very embarrassing as then everyone knows .............. your a gym deserter.................
I expected the gym to be very busy, as my eldest daughter and I went there straight from work, I had bought myself some new gym clothes and although I looked the part I certainly didn't feel it......
We spent 15 minutes on the long bike, I cycled 2 kilometers , 15 minutes on the rowing machine, I rowed 3 kilometers, and 15 minute on the upright bike, I cycled another 2 kilometers, when I got off I had no feeling in my "butt" at all........... and my legs were shaking like jelly....... the perspiration was dripping from my hair, like I had just run a marathon, and there were the stairs down to the car .............. they were almost the straw that broke the camels back..............
But writing this I feel, good, a bit of a sore knee.... but that's the one I hurt when I fell in August and it still worries me from time to time............. And I am going back tomorrow to strike while the iron is hot.............. or while the gym bug bites.............. goodbye the Oros Man , hello Twiggy......
When I got up this morning, oh my giddy aunt, I was sore in places that I didn't know I even had places....................... maybe not Twiggy............ maybe something just a little bit bigger......
Oh, you have my undying admiration! I have been trying to get back to the gym since Alex was born, so for about a year. So far, no luck... so listen, OK?? Go do some sit-ups for me, and an extra 15 minutes on the treadmill (those can be mine) and have a salad for lunch today (I'll have pizza).
ReplyDeleteHuh. This may really work out (I mean for me!).
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Go girl! You can be my inspiration. I'm trying first to change my diet and slowly add the exercise. Good luck to both of us!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that you took your gym bag around for two weeks to get used to the idea. I also love that in your mind balloons and whistles should have gone off when your card was swiped. It's actually a good idea, although I would probably get embarrassed.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for your comment on my blog, Karen.
ReplyDeleteA far as I know this was the first "South African comment" I got... ;-)
How life goes: Today / this morning I had South African visitors for a product training in the (German) company I work for. They are from Germiston near Johannesburg; that's not too far away from your home town, isn't it?
Have you been already to Heidelberg, Germany, as well???
Have a peep here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heidelberg
Regards from southern Germany, approx. 100 km away from Heidelberg,
Uwe.
Oh, that first step into the gym is the hardest, isn't it? But the payoff is great -- keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteGreat blog I'm new to it and have really enjoyed reading the past posts. I'm working on eating better then the exercise, baby steps. You did right by your gym bag you just can't rush those things:)
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