I have been in my “new” (I keep saying that but it’s not really new now) job nearly a year. In that year, I have learnt to drive, passed my test, got my own car and driven to Nottingham. It has truly turned my life around.
Today saw me sign up to a gym that is 5 minutes from my place of work. I have been daunted and excited all at the same time.
I walked into the gym, a little late because of the IBS (I had decided to have banana on toast for breakfast, trying to be healthy!), to be met by G, the trainer who was going to give me a taster session. I thought it would be a little easing in gently of a seriously unfit and very overweight person…. Nope.
G, who was very lovely and welcoming, showed me around the current facilities. It’s a very new gym and certain parts are still under construction. But the place is huge. We sat down at the free weights (I had explained that I can’t do cardio that causes too much friction as it can cause an outbreak, which would put me on my arse, that and the weights is a better workout for someone with lots of Androgens in their system) and with two 3kg weights and 2 4kg weights we started the arm workout.
Shoulder press 3/4kg
3x sets of 10
I felt okay after these, my arms were a little shakey but I could deal with it.
Smith machine squats 3x sets of 10 – I thought my knees were going to pop, they aren’t used to this!
Leg press 3x sets of 10 – I love the leg press!
KB swings 8kg 3x sets of 10 – I thought I was going to spew. My legs felt like jelly and I thought my arse was going to give out.
I thanked G for her time and patience and wandered to the front desk to sort out my membership. Then kind of stumbled to my car. I am still at a loss as to how people manage to drive after a good workout! I thought I was going to vomit all the way home. I managed it, got home and had a shower before getting off to work. My legs wouldn’t respond. Whilst in work, on my break, I went to the loo, as you do, and found I couldn’t get up off the toilet! Didn’t do my adherence any good, but hey.
After finishing work, stepping up a kerb, whilst walking to my car made my legs cry. But the worst bit, was after I had sat down on the sofa, I couldn’t get back up. If my arse is lower than the bend in my knee, I can’t get up. Gravity is not my friend!
It’s a start though. I am looking forward to Friday!