The gym

The gym…

You look at some people and KNOW why they are in there; you look at others and just conclude that they are there to make you look bad.

My instructor reckons he can have me doing splits (180’s) in three months, I reckon not, he doesn’t care, he keeps pushing.

Yesterday I swore at him, in my mind of course, I wouldn’t dare say it out loud, he knows taekwondo. He wouldn’t stop, even when it was no secret that the entire class was flat out. He just kept smiling and saying “that pain you are feeling means something is happening”.

I had never understood why boxers make all sorts of noises when they throw punches; I actually thought it was exaggeration. Now it makes sense you will be using so much force and concentration that reflexes prompt you to make those noises. I enjoyed punching (yes I mentally printed a “face” into the punching bag)….

Aerobics days are my favourite; I pretend I am simply dancing. And I love to dance…

I can’t get over the sad reality that I am paying someone to torture me!!!!! But still I go back for more….

If this doesn’t work then I have no idea what will. I just hope I can stick it out.

You may be wondering why I am going to the gym. Reasons are;

1.       Some kilos crept up on me, I didn’t even see them coming, I just noticed after they had arrived and settled down ALL over my body.

2.       I had lost fitness, a little physical work and I would be panting like a puffed up blowfish

3.       The Slayer (I won’t get into much detail).

4.       I am at the prime of my life; the least I can do is package this Madness well.

5.       I ran for a while, alone, until I realised that I was being very lenient with myself, we wouldn't get far at that pace (literally).