A few weeks ago Alex wanted to go to this gym for a free mixed martial arts class, so I took him over, and we got a tour and the spiel from the "guy", I call him Mr. Cuteboy. As he was talking about the gym and what it offered, I was thinking, "Hey, I could really have some fun here, and what am I gonna do while Alex is taking classes? Sit around waiting for him, feeling antsy because I cannot get my OWN workout in??" Mr. Cuteboy told us we could take a class and then decide if we wanted to join.
So, a few days later, I took my first kickboxing class. Kickboxing 911, in fact, with Mr. MuscleTurd (I will explain the nickname in a minute). It was SO.HARD. But I loved it. I signed us up. Alex liked his class, too. Mr. Cuteboy was all excited and told me his life story while I filled out the application and handed over my money.
Kickboxing is exactly what I need as far as a workout goes. It is a whole body workout.
I bought a pair of pink boxing gloves. This how serious I am about this gym. Serious.
So, after a week of going to the gym regularly, Mr. MuscleTurd wants me to do a physical assessment, sort of a baseline of where I am now (apparently the bottom of the barrel) compared to where I need to go and WILL eventually end up. This is where he gets his nickname.
The assessment was a lesson in humiliation. Mr. MuscleTurd had me do a series of activites, like sit ups, push ups, squats, jump-squats, dips, plank, running on the treadmill at 15% incline at 4.5 miles per hour (yeah, right!!)while using his stopwatch to see how many of each thing I can do in a minute.
After this, we go to his office.
Let's just say, I have a long way to go (which I KNOW, why else would I subject myself to his opinion, or join the gym at all????), but seeing it all written out in Mr. MuscleTurd's little notebook, and him sitting there telling me what bad shape I am in while shaking his head...I mean seriously!!! If MY job was working at a gym all day, I would look pretty buff, too. All he did was PISS ME OFF. I have to admit that I was feeling pretty down after this little experience, but that did not last long. I think maybe he expects me to slink off in shame or something.
Well, I am going to do the opposite. He will watch me change before his very eyes, because now I am MAD.
He told me I need to do cardio for 45 minutes every day, and weights at least 3 times per week. OK. I saw him last night at the gym while I did an hour on the treadmill and 30 minutes of strength training. Phooey on him. And, I got some good tips while watching him work with another guy with the weights.
Alex asked me how my assessment was on our way home, and I told him it was humiliating, and Alex was SO SWEET. It was something I will never forget. He said he would help me with the weights, and he would do kickboxing with me. He said to just focus on making myself better, and it will happen. He is really a nice kid. I love him so very much. It is really cool that he and I can go to the gym together.
So, that is what I have been up to for the past 10 days. My legs are so sore!!! That means I am doing something right. Overall this gym is really nice. It is small, and everyone is very friendly (well, except Mr. MuscleTurd). Lots of young people (totally the opposite of Curves!!!) and classes offered at all times of the day. They are open until 9pm which is perfect for me. We have been taking 6:30pm classes.
So, tomorrow I have my weigh-in at WW, then I am heading over for an hour on the treadmill and 30 minutes of ab work and arms. Sunday is a 4.5 mile run day. In two weeks is the Peachtree Road Race. That is another funny story...for later.
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