I haven't blogged for a bit because I haven't done anything. That all changed today and I made my way to the gym for the first time in three weeks.
It was busy despite it being mid-morning on a Monday. Why are these people not at work?!
What a good little gym bunny I am, I did all my warm-up stretches. I decided to use the cross trainer today, since the last few workouts I had I was feeling like I ought to work my arms too. What a strange and stupid contraption! I just couldn't get into a rhythm with it, I think it only served to accentuate my very odd gait. My boyfriend assures me I just have to get used to it, but I'm sure I looked something like a drunken spider!
I did have an untimely palpitation whilst using the cross trainer after only 10 minutes, so swapped onto the treadmill just to walk off the heaviness in my limbs. I only lasted another 5 minutes before I had to go downstairs.
I was so annoyed I was on the verge of tears. I can't even go for 10 minutes gentle exercise without practically collapsing :'(
My action plan for the week is:
- to have a deep tissue massage on Wednesday to begin working out the knots in my back
- to go along and review my fitness programme with some more specific aims
- to have a general health assessment with the gym (they offered me one for free!) to help chart my progress (ha!) over the coming months
Of course, none of this will do anything to remedy the deep loathing I have for this bod of mine. Am thinking of removing/covering all the mirrors at home. I'm just grateful the changing room at the gym is softly lit, for other people's sakes!