Work-out log: day #1
First of all, I have to admit one thing: it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still, it had its moments.
I woke up at 9, very cranky, very upset. Mom was upset because I was upset and I was mainly upset with *her* so yeah, we left the house brooding like thousand year old vampires.
They apparently assigned me one of the very good looking trainers in the center. "Damn you, universe," I said to myself, because that guy measured me, told me how much fat I had in my body, how my posture is not so good and talked about my phsyical weakness levels. Considering I was able to stand *that*, I feel like I can stand any kind of humiliation at this point.
I'm a 24/7 computer person, so my weakness is understandable, he agreed. He kind of gasped when I told him I was a software developer. He's still at school, studying Physics. YEAH HE IS SMART, TOO. DAMN YOU, UNIVERSE. Whatever, he was nice. I may have rambled a bit during the conversation, but I was pretty good regarding how much I hate fitness and everything it stands for.
After all the measurements and my silent shame, he gave me a "chest band" which tracks my heart rate during cardio. He started running a test, but the band I had was faulty, so the machine TRIED TO KILL ME BY GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK. I jumped off and held on something solid, called out to the trainer and told him I am dying.
Okay, it wasn't as dramatic as I remember, but long story short, it wasn't my fault and he assured me that the real training wouldn't be anything like that. Thank god, because I was pretty convinced to fuck it all and leave without looking back, breathing hurt like a bitch for a while.
By the way, everything's digital. He gave me a token that holds the history of my workouts and my weekly training program. There are several machines where you can check your status and stuff, I really don't care, but I thought it was cool. I wonder who did the sofware for all that, but didn't want to sound geekier than I already am, so I shut up and obeyed.
I had a 50 min work out and it was pretty enjoyable. I like walking, pedalling, climbing, but the last machine, the wave thing, HOLY SHIT. I worked on it for 5 lame minutes but it tired me more than all the other stuff.
There are two different studios where you can use the machines. I started with the quiet one which was heavenly, but then the trainer took me upstairs to the room with a DJ. Yeah guys, training room has its own DJ, what the hell? My least favourite music was booming like there was no tomorrow, so I shoved my earphones inside my brain and opened up something more my taste in my ipod. I'll never go there again unless I have to. Plus it smelled a bit funkier than the silent room.
If I can manage I'll take some extra studio classes, too. They're free. I have my eye on the various dance classes, we'll see. I already have an hour worth of cardio and I leave work at 6, so it might not be possible.
I'm planning on going there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. We'll see how it goes. In the worst case I have until the end of February.
My chest still hurts a bit. That damned faulty machine did this to me. My heart rate must have been a million or something ;__;
Then of course there were public showers. Hate hate hateeeeee, but I had to use them. I was tired and sweaty as hell, couldn't leave there without a shower. Again it was pretty enjoyable once I locked myself in the cabin. You can't image how selfconscious I felt during the whole thing. I mean nobody could see me, but the knowledge of being in public is not something I'm fond of. I used to run to my dorm room, in snow, to take a shower after gym classes in college, that's how much I hate public showers. I'll have to get used to them at some point. I'm sure I'll never be one of those women walking around "sans-bra" or anything, but I'll stop half-running to the shower and hiding every inch of my body under towels.
Their shampoo and shower gel is top quality though, me likey. My hair smells lovely and it's soft.
Day 1 can be considered a success, we'll see how it goes. I will go there at least 9 times this month and if I can manage that I'll proud of myself like I never was before.
I woke up at 9, very cranky, very upset. Mom was upset because I was upset and I was mainly upset with *her* so yeah, we left the house brooding like thousand year old vampires.
They apparently assigned me one of the very good looking trainers in the center. "Damn you, universe," I said to myself, because that guy measured me, told me how much fat I had in my body, how my posture is not so good and talked about my phsyical weakness levels. Considering I was able to stand *that*, I feel like I can stand any kind of humiliation at this point.
I'm a 24/7 computer person, so my weakness is understandable, he agreed. He kind of gasped when I told him I was a software developer. He's still at school, studying Physics. YEAH HE IS SMART, TOO. DAMN YOU, UNIVERSE. Whatever, he was nice. I may have rambled a bit during the conversation, but I was pretty good regarding how much I hate fitness and everything it stands for.
After all the measurements and my silent shame, he gave me a "chest band" which tracks my heart rate during cardio. He started running a test, but the band I had was faulty, so the machine TRIED TO KILL ME BY GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK. I jumped off and held on something solid, called out to the trainer and told him I am dying.
Okay, it wasn't as dramatic as I remember, but long story short, it wasn't my fault and he assured me that the real training wouldn't be anything like that. Thank god, because I was pretty convinced to fuck it all and leave without looking back, breathing hurt like a bitch for a while.
By the way, everything's digital. He gave me a token that holds the history of my workouts and my weekly training program. There are several machines where you can check your status and stuff, I really don't care, but I thought it was cool. I wonder who did the sofware for all that, but didn't want to sound geekier than I already am, so I shut up and obeyed.
I had a 50 min work out and it was pretty enjoyable. I like walking, pedalling, climbing, but the last machine, the wave thing, HOLY SHIT. I worked on it for 5 lame minutes but it tired me more than all the other stuff.
There are two different studios where you can use the machines. I started with the quiet one which was heavenly, but then the trainer took me upstairs to the room with a DJ. Yeah guys, training room has its own DJ, what the hell? My least favourite music was booming like there was no tomorrow, so I shoved my earphones inside my brain and opened up something more my taste in my ipod. I'll never go there again unless I have to. Plus it smelled a bit funkier than the silent room.
If I can manage I'll take some extra studio classes, too. They're free. I have my eye on the various dance classes, we'll see. I already have an hour worth of cardio and I leave work at 6, so it might not be possible.
I'm planning on going there on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. We'll see how it goes. In the worst case I have until the end of February.
My chest still hurts a bit. That damned faulty machine did this to me. My heart rate must have been a million or something ;__;
Then of course there were public showers. Hate hate hateeeeee, but I had to use them. I was tired and sweaty as hell, couldn't leave there without a shower. Again it was pretty enjoyable once I locked myself in the cabin. You can't image how selfconscious I felt during the whole thing. I mean nobody could see me, but the knowledge of being in public is not something I'm fond of. I used to run to my dorm room, in snow, to take a shower after gym classes in college, that's how much I hate public showers. I'll have to get used to them at some point. I'm sure I'll never be one of those women walking around "sans-bra" or anything, but I'll stop half-running to the shower and hiding every inch of my body under towels.
Their shampoo and shower gel is top quality though, me likey. My hair smells lovely and it's soft.
Day 1 can be considered a success, we'll see how it goes. I will go there at least 9 times this month and if I can manage that I'll proud of myself like I never was before.
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and yay, try to enjoy it! at least it's only till feb!
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*crosses fingers*
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♥
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