I hate exercising. Always have. Playing games, walking, hiking, swimming, anything that involves a teeny amount of interaction with other people or getting from a-b is fine. But THE GYM is evil. But, as we must, especially after Christmas and trying to cram as much of my Mum's home cooking into my stomach as is physically possible, I went to THE GYM.
I think the main problem I have is that it's so bloody boring. No matter how cool and upbeat my ipod is, all I actually look at is the clock counting down the seconds for when I can stop running on the dreaded treadmill. Or I look at my wobbling legs and try to imagine how, if I ran for longer, they might not wobble as much. Either/or... whatever.
Anyway, today's session on the mill ended pretty quickly as I realised there was a legs bums and tums class about to start. My GYM is basically just one room with mirrors and the machines are round the edge. Its also a women's only GYM. So there I am, just about remaining upright on the mill when a load of women start to gather. I figured I'd join in, I want to get my legs to stop wobbling right? So I join the class and realise very quickly that the teacher, unlike my Pilates teacher who is just lovely and kind and sweet, this teacher is MEAN. She wouldn't let us wimp out, and I pride myself on wimping out. No, really the class was great, I sweated buckets and my legs are killing me, so it must be good. Right?
Anyway.
Going to work tonight so that'll be a whole 'nother work out cos the restaurent is made of stairs.
I hope its worth it, I thought exercising was supposed to make you feel good?
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