I exercised again....

                                       


I have one word for you. Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch.  My body is not sore, my body is whatever the word is that is more sore than sore. And I blame one person. My friend who I shall call Nicole. Because that is her name and she deserves to be named and blamed.

Nic and I have been exercising for a long time- like 8 years- in that time we have done everything, running, boxing, walking, swimming, spin classed, yoga, procastinating. You name it we have done it. Since the great leg incident of 2015 our exercise has hit a lull. A big lull actually. We talk about it a lot- we just don't tend to follow through much. We give ourselves a big talking too every Sunday night... because you always start on a Monday. And then there is always next week.

I like solitude exercising- like running, Nic like more structured things. On a weak moment (that is after a bottle of wine) she convinced me that we needed to try F45. Because I was weak I agreed, signed up and got pretend excited.

The morning of our first class arrived and I was annoyed at the start because it was holidays and it was early and there is something so wrong about being awake before 7 when you are on holidays, but I was standing out the front waiting for Nic to arrive. I wasn't smiling. I had my fake smile on. We arrived. I let her do the talking when we got there. The room was full of all those cross fit looking things that I always make fun of. All the circuits had weird names. I already knew I wasn't going to like it. I could see the look on my face- even though there were no mirrors.

The talked us through the circuit we would be doing. Lots of little stations- each circuit for less than a minute with a little break. It would be over in 45 minutes. And then I could go home and back to bed where I belong and ready to make lots of excuses as to why I would not go back.

                                          

We started.... and then before I knew it- it was over. And ....... I loved, loved, loved it. It was fast, it was hard, it was challenging but it was fun. And made me remember why I love exercising so much. Don't get me wrong- I whinged and moaned and complained my way through the class, and didn't let on to my friend or the instuctor people that I loved it.

I think I could have found my new favourite thing! I just have to work out what I can get out of my life to find the money to join up. How much do you get for a kidney these days? Asking for a friend.