When your body screams…

Body Pump

This is what I look like now... honest...

Tell it to shut up…

That’s the slogan for the class that I attended last night at my new gym. That’s right, after 10 months of decadent laziness we’ve finally joined a gym – and boy does it hurt! The gym itself is lovely and relatively cheap ( about $340 each for the year) and it feels really good to be exercising properly.

I know I had the ‘Wii fit’ but it didn’t shout encouraging words at me whilst looking like a real life version of the anatomic diagrams stuck to the side of the weight machines.  It doesn’t tell you “In a couple of days you’ll hurt but that’s good! ” ( in response to my look of doubt for this love of pain) “No it is! It’ll get better and better”. I couldn’t help  wondering what would happen if I put the lovely lady who teaches Body Pump in front of the lady at LA Fitness Longbridge (who used to shout at Span N8Girl and I – A LOT) Some kind of interesting , death match of prowess would, no doubt, ensue – one with lots of positive reinforcement and encouraging words.  I reckon my new instructor would win too!

Needless to say I came out of the class last night with excitement levels rather high.  LOF was sitting on one of those nice leather sofas they always put in the foyers of gyms.  The ones where they sit you down, in comfort, to sign you up – That’s usually the end of the comfort factor. LOF, after running and lifting weights of his own, got to sit and wait for me to finish my class whilst being heckled by the girl on reception who, as I approached, was telling him that she’d have to kick him out at 9:30 😉


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