Operation ‘Beach Bod’ – Day 1
Whoever came up with the slogan, No gain, no pain should be shot. In the knee cap. For this morning my arms and legs are killing me, thanks to my ‘bright’ idea to get up early and head to the gym to pump some iron. Oh yeh. Bring on those guns.
Now I should point out I’m not new to the gym. Last summer I went quite regularly and even built up enough strength to do a push-up! Wey! But my work-out habits changed once 2nd year uni started.
There’s something about being a student and eating badly. And never taking the stairs. Soon bicep curls were replaced with curly fries and the only squats I did were to sit down to tuck into a bacon and brie baguette. If anyone even dared to mentioned the word ‘run’ I punched them in the face. Or would have, but punching requires the arm extending and that would have been too physically exertive so I probably would have just death stared them and continued to munch on my chocolate bar wrapped in chocolate.
So after a year of bad eating and hardly any exercise I’m a little unfit. This morning’s work-out reinforced this.
Mid-way through the class and half-way into our squat track (think repetitively squatting like a weight-lifter to hard-house dance tunes) I cursed myself for being so motivational. I could have had an extra hours’ sleep for f*cks sake. Squat down – Stand up. Squat down – Stand up. My legs were killing me and it didn’t help that I’m one of those people who only seems to sweat from the head. Red-faced and looking like I’d just stepped out of the shower, I grimaced, willing the song to come to an end.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling with early-morning exercise. Catching a quick glimpse around a few ladies had given up on the squats and were sort of hovering, like one does when you’re at a public loo and don’t want to touch the toilet seat. Others were pushing through with eyes shut and one lady started to groan. Sensing our loathing/faltering, our instructor smiled and shouted ‘Come on girls! Think of how toned your legs will be! Think of the beach! No pain no gain!”.
Well that was it. Instantly every single woman pulled back their shoulders and squatted with the kind of determination I’d expect to see in a birthing room. ‘That’s it ladies!’ our instructor yelled. ‘You’re all going to look so hot this summer!’
Hobbling back to the change room after class, I felt like I’d been hit by a bus. If this is what it takes to get fit, then count me out. But if this is what it takes to wear itty bitty denim shorts in 2 months’ time – BRING ON THE PAIN!