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Gym Etiquette

21 Aug

The gym I go to has a big room with a touch screen that has all kinds of video exercise classes you can take by your lonesome or with a friend. My cousin and I have been utilizing these classes since we are both relatively gimpy and the treadmill isn’t currently our friend. We’ve been selecting ‘easy’ workouts, but I think they’re categorized incorrectly because they sure aren’t easy. Pilates lady had us bending in all sorts of whichways and let me tell you, I do not  bend in some of those directions. That wasn’t EASY. Also, several of her moves had me concerned I might snap my neck or fart very loudly.

Anyway, while we were in the middle of making our very own yoga-lates class, several people came in and out of the exercise room. Okay, fine. It doesn’t bother me if you come in and get something you need or go off in a corner and stretch. Whatever. This was different, though. One lady came in humming and singing her music loudly (she had headphones in) completely oblivious that we were even there. She proceeded to grunt every way to Tuesday and walk in front of us while we were trying to watch the instructor of our video class. What’s up with that? Rude.

After Grunty McRudePants, we were visited by Ultra McHip Flexi-Fit Chick. She came in and decided to just plop down and do her workout right by us. Um, okay.  You’re invading my workout bubble, lady. I only want so many people to see me with my yoga pants falling down and bunching up while I twist and turn my abs of flab. And the number of people I’d like seeing me do that is ZERO.

Last I checked, I thought it was common courtesy to wait until people were done before you take over the joint or ambush a class they are in the middle of taking. Am I in the minority here? Who are these assshats?

The Climb

13 Aug

My cousin joined me at the gym yesterday. By the time she got there, I had already done two miles on the treadmill. I was ready to quit, though, because while I was walking fast, everyone around me was running. I feel like a such a wuss just walking, but it’s what I have to do for now. My knees are too jacked to kick it into high gear and run (more on that later).

My cuz and I decided to try one of the ‘group’ classes. It’s not really a live group class. There’s a touch screen in a big empty room and you can choose any kind of workout you want. Thinking we were badasses for the day, we selected kickboxing.

For the next 40 minutes, we kickboxed. I felt muscles in my body that I haven’t felt in years. And then I was done. My left knee started crying like, “PLEASE STOP.” So I did. I did some stretches and then headed home, drenched in sweat, feeling like maybe I just accomplished something.

I was even good and iced my knee as soon as I got home. I woke up this morning feeling like an 80-year old.

I’ve been eating better, but I don’t feel the pounds melting away yet. Sometimes I wonder if I have a thyroid problem or something. I’m supposed to get that tested later this month.

After a long, wholly stressful day at work, I couldn’t muster the energy to drive to the gym. I went for a bike ride instead. It’s amazing to me how winded I get from that. I’ve got a long way to go before I’m in good shape again. It’s gonna be a climb, for sure.

Sabotage

9 Aug

Okay, first things first. I went to the gym today after visiting my chiropractor. Because this is a small town, there were only two other people in the gym. That was fine by me. After 15 minutes, I was the only person left in the gym. That was even more fine by me.

I guess nobody wants to work out on a Friday night? I don’t blame them. If I wasn’t fat, I wouldn’t work out, either.

I did a bunch of stuff at the gym — treadmill, bike, weights. It felt good. Well, talk to me tomorrow about how it felt, because I’m sure I’ll be sore. It did feel good to move, though. I also ate relatively healthy today, discounting the lovely chocolate zucchini cake my Mom made us. I had a small piece after she told me it was “healthy” because it was made with zucchini. Riiiiight.

My Mom always seems to have radar for when I’m trying to avoid sweets and then she makes something delicious to tempt me. Last time I started an attempt at healthiness, she made my favorite, homemade cherry pie with freshly picked Michigan sour cherries. I said no to it at the time and I’m not going to lie, I regret saying no. Not having a slice of that pie has haunted me all summer. That would’ve been some tasty pie in my belly.

I have other good news to report. That terrible, awful, hideous number I posted in my last blog is no more. I’ve already dropped lower than those initial three numbers. That’s something to feel somewhat good about, right?

Stella Nash

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