A couple of days ago I signed up for a ‘Orientation’ of the fitness centre.
I had no clue what this really meant. Merely hoped it would be someone showing me how all the new fangled computerized exercise thingies work.
Oh no. It was more. He was going to ‘evaluate’ me.
Yah.
I was so ready for that after two Portuguese buns and about 6 cups of coffee.
I first had to ride the exercise bike…for like 7 minutes (he said long enough to get my heart up to 158). I was there in like three minutes.
Puffing away and trying to be cool.
The guy sort of made me nervous. I think he was called Pavel and he was tall and very em…..’Russian’ looking.   He was very quiet and I kept trying to figure out if I was some sort of TOTAL disappointment to him or was just not in on something I was supposed to be.
He slowly warmed up after making me roll around on the physio ball and what really did him in was when I asked if he had an exercise that would lift my boobs back to where they used to be.   (That isn’t that high really. My boobs have always sat low on my chest bone)
Anyway….this caused a small laugh to crease his stoic features and then things were a bit more fun….painful but fun.
He covered weights and so on and simple reps for me to do.
I now have a sheet filled with instructions about a good work out to attempt at the fitness centre.
Now I just have to go. Again. And do that again.   Without falling of the physio ball.
rofl Kerry!!
Good for you!! A year ago I began going too and for the first few months, I felt like I was going to dye doing any cardio. I bought one of those heart monitors and realized that my heart rate was always in the 170’s. Now it hovers around the 140’s. It’s amazing how when you exercise your heart muscle, it performance better! 🙂 Good luck with this.
Which gym!! That’s what we should do.. gym. I keep wanting to go but need a buddy. Please please be my gym buddy.
Sunset has a great new fitness centre and it would be really nice to do those boob ones without having to ask for he help myself.
I have got to go to the gym SOON.
… which is exactly why I prefer what serves as a gym in my basement! No Russian dudes judging my uncoordination!
That is too funny. Keep at it!