On Monday night I did a pump class, I thought the instructor's technique was suffering due to the excessive weights she was doing! I think that she has no problem doing those weights in a normal class but when you are taking a class, taking and having to remember the moves you are doing that you need to take your weights down!
So she was throwing the bar, rocking and doing the things that she was saying you shouldn't do... Flick wasn't there unfortunately, so in protest, I made sure that my technique was as perfect as I could get it... That did mean that the work out was intense!
So Tuesday night I'm in bed sleeping and it's about 3 in the morning and I wake up in absolute pain! My arms are aching from the bicep curls and it's excrutiating to stretch them out... I'm half asleep which doesn't help and straigtening my arms and lying on them...
The next day, we had scheduled a massive rearrangement at the office... 25 odd people over 6 floors in two buildings... As I'm the tech grunt, it was my job to coordinate it and where needed carry computer equipment... 20,000 steps, cos as you know I'm doing the Global Corporate Challenge... I was totally shattered when I got home.
Then today, I did my normal Thursday lunch time Pilates, only to find out that it was the instructor Zac's last class... You won't understand this but when you have an instructor that you click with it makes the class.... and if they leave it's devestating...
Anyhow... Oscar has also joined the gym and wanted to do a work out tonight too... So I had said yes and are not one to pike out normally... First off... 10 minutes running on the tread mill... Halfway through my thighs were starting to ache...
I can say that now I am totally shattered... and I have to get up early tomoz... Shite...
Oh well... buff for summer... buff for summer... my new mantra!
Wish me luck!
PS. if you want a gym in Fitzroy, I totally recomend Time for Fitness... Just tell them I sent you!
nice one. buff for summer. So glad that vanity does not run in the family.... :)
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