Last week, I went back to fitness training after about three months off. I do an outdoor bootcamp at Harmony Park, and have been pretty regular since I signed up with my work mates about three years ago. This training is more or less the only exercise I do, and so when I had to miss the last block because of travelling for work, my fitness went rreeaally downhill.
Most mornings, I was struggling to get up the stairs at the train station.
On this particular evening, my first week back at bootcamp, only one other gent showed up. This is bad, because it means our lovely trainer Pete Mamo can watch you like a hawk and make sure you’re doing it all properly = pain.
Two days later, I could not lift a cup of water to my mouth - my arms were THAT sore.
What really surprised me was trying to do bicep curls with a resistance band - an exercise that has never been difficult for me before. The idea is you stand in the middle of a stretchy rope and hold the ends. I got a few out before my arms started slowing down. The next round, Pete said “Just bend your knees a little” - this gave the rope a bit more slack theoretically making it easier. Nup. It still took me about ten minutes (yes, exaggerating) to get out those five reps or whatever it was.
On the next round, Pete said “just put one foot on the band this time.” HA! HA! HA! HA!
In this round, my arms refused to move at all. Particularly my left arm. I clearly remember looking at it, with my brain going “go! go! go!” and it just did not move.
That was the weirdest. I have never actually experienced not being in control of my limbs before. I also realised for the first time how literal the phrase 'stinging sweat' could be. Before last week, I just assumed it was a metaphorical kind of phrase.
Anyway, some great things are being planned for this long weekend, including a day trip to the Southern Highlands! Pray it doesn't rain!
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