It's 5pm Friday. All the ads are in. (A minor miracle). People are laughing. Hey it's the weekend! Lets get out of this hellhole. Two days of no work HURRAH! Home or pub time?
For me, it's neither. It's gym time.
Last night at 5.30 I was standing in a large studio, with a step (three levels), a 10kg bar, and 2 x 1kg weights, a towel and bottle of water.
It was my first Pump class.
The instructor came over and introduced himself and told me to take it easy, just keep an eye on my form, and not push myself to hard. He was cute. I smiled and said I would. He wished me luck, and took his place on the stage up the front.
The music started, I was lifting weights and it was all go. I 'felt the burn', I 'pushed myself', I did 'just four more', and flippen heck do I feel good today. I'm sore - but the kind of sore that you know your muscles love.
After the class, he spoke to me again, aparently 'I did really well, and was I sure that it was my first class, and that I should come back on Sunday. Also, Pump is the best way to redfine your body shape and its been proven.' I thanked him for a great class, told him I'd be back, then attempted to walk down the stairs with jelly legs (from the squats, not because he was cute).
I also weighed myself. And that's not such a pretty story. But dammit, I will get there.
Try a pump class today, your muscles will thank you for it.
Countdown to weigh in: 7 days