Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Pump up the...DAMN
Today I am very, very sore. I can barely move. No position is comfortable for any more than five minutes. I am a victim of Body Pump.
It's hard to describe Body Pump. There's no jumping around and there's weights involved. The wiki page leaves me no clearer. Something about repetitions and endurance. You basically work every muscle group with varying degrees of weights until you want to cry/die/go home. I nearly did all of those things yesterday.
I managed about half the class yesterday, being generous, though I am proud I did none of the crying/dying/running home things mentioned above.
So, with this, I have my first goal. I will complete one of these classes. I will do everything that I am supposed to do, I will not cheat and I will keep up with all the repetitions.
I will let you know how I get on with that one. Eeep!
As goes the healthier eating, it's still going well. What has really helped is having a healthy cafe called Lovegrub that's just opened round the corner from my office. It's lunchtimes on the days I'm there that are dangerous. They very kindly deliver to me which means that I don't have to walk past a fried chicken emporium to get there, which is helpful. Their salads look like this, so it's hard to refuse them. That's mackerel on there, by the way. I know it looks like a giant fried thing.