As you know I've been hitting the gym and I love it. I've been resisting the mints at the end as I figured too many calories after busting my butt out in a class and plus I've never ever seen anyone else take one.
So last week I'm in body pump which I love and have increased my weights to the equivalent of a small car (I kid you not) I'm standing at the back for 2 reason.... 1 being that as you have to "stick your bum out" I really don't want any one having to have my bottom in their face. Even though it's not a big bottom I'd rather just not having anyone else thinking hmmmm that's not a pleasant sight.
The second reason is that it's like my little comfort zone at the back of the class.
About 20 minutes into the class I look across and see the girl to my right has her top on inside out which makes me start to chuckle and think what idiot goes to the gym with their top on inside out..... you know where this is going don't you. As I start my over head presses with the weight of a small car I get a feeling that maybe I should just have a little check on my own top. So I do and yup there's my tag on the outside and also I have a top you all know the ones, with half an encyclopedia of washing instructions, sizing, what shop it came from, down to the person who stitched it, all plastered across the back.
Feeling stupid and also cross that no one told me it's inside out, oh wait it's because there is no one behind me. Sigh.
So I gingerly put my bar down and run to the changing rooms, stopping to refill my bottle just to make the exiting look genuine (in case anyone was watching) changed top and quickly jumped on the scales and see that the 20 minutes of lifting a small car above my head has not shifted any pounds, feeling annoyed I run back to the class but not before coming across a flood......
Where some idiot had left the tap on the water fountain...... you guessed it that idiot was me.... debated briefly ignoring the flood but then thought better of it and went and told the lovely receptionist.
So note to self that day was "check clothes are in the right way and that the tap is off"
I'm pleased to report though I've found the trick in the spin classes. ....... I get on the bike next to the biggest or oldest person in the room because then I'm guaranteed (I believe, but still researching) that my legs will be faster than theirs. It does mean some times a change of 3 or 4 bikes but so far it's been worth it.
Am slightly confused why after last week's spin class we had to do push ups afterwards "because it's a Christmas treat" hmmmm, I didn't feel like it was a treat.
I'm also trying get to work out why I was shouted at in another pump class "lady with the pink gloves detach your legs from your body" we were planking you see, which I love and could do it all day, honest I could (if I didn't work full time sigh) when I heard this I did hope the instructor was talking to another "pink gloves" but no it was clearly me as she bellowed it 3 times. This is the same instructor that told me "new girl stick your bum out"
I was so confused and just looked at her with a grimace and a face that I hope reflected I was trying but I suspect it was more of a look of constipation. She did kinda sigh and shake her head but I'm hoping that was my imagination.
If anyone knows how to detach your legs whilst planking please let me know.
I think my luck may be in as on New Years eve I was sat on the decking when I feel some thing land on me, screaming and jumping a mile whilst throwing my tablet at Sean and screeching "hold this, oh my God what's that" I then realised I'd been shat on, I felt disgusted and violated, but then figured it was good luck, low and behold I found $10 on the floor the other day. Result hey!!
Just quickly.... our first New Years eve was brilliant .... up until we got asked to leave the pub because of Ob..... and the fact he was under age AND in the gambling part of the pub. Sigh. We didn't even get chance to say goodbye to our friends. We were made to feel like criminals and also had to vacate straight away. Sob.
Still, one to remember and one to tell you lot 😉
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