adventures in fitness #3

...or, How Not To Work Out.

Tonight was my first session with the personal trainer at Extreme Fitness. Determined to impress, I ate about 3 hours before the session as to avoid cramping, I drank plenty of water and then wearing my EXTERMINATE t-shirt (given to me by George and Eddi a few weeks back, bless them) I trotted off down the street to the gym.

Look at me, I thought. Walking! Me! Walking! This is a jump start on my cardio! I had some perky tunes in my iHead as I went, and when I got there I did a 15 minute warm up on the bike and got rid of about 130 calories on the spot. Yeah! I thought. This is how it should be! This is how it used to be back at FitCity all those years ago. And this is how it's going to be forever now!

My trainer found me and we commenced on circuit training, which is exercise after exercise after exercise with no break between sets. I made it through two sets before I started to feel funny, and by funny I mean not good. Bad, in fact. My hands tingled, my vision was off, it felt like I was drunk and about to crash. My trainer figures I shoud have eaten more and closer to my session; she told me I'm not a 100 lb girl so I can eat more, and I should put something in me before I work out that will fuel me better. We cut the workout short, and I came home a bit slower, and a bit humbled. The one most singing thing she said to me, and it wasn't a put down, it was the truth: You're not really as young as you used to be.

So my old ass is home now. I wanted to get all this down before I had a shower and rested up before work tonight. I can pretty much guarantee that I will be sleeping well after work tonight, but I have something else to guarantee as well: this is the last and only time I will feel that way at a workout. I am going back, maybe even as soon as tomorrow, just to do some more cardio and some lighter weights to get myself used to things again. I can feel my body wants to do more, it just can't right now.

Bit it will. Oh yes.

That is all.