Monday, March 31, 2008

The healthkick

I've joined a fancy new gym in the hope that spending lots of money on a poncy health club every month will encourage me to start spending some time there. So far so good - much to the amazement of almost everybody I know. 'It's not very... you... is it?' said the fucking work experience when I passed up the opportunity of an after work drink in favour of an hour on the treadmill. To be fair, she's absolutely right, it's not very me at all. There isn't really any comparison to be made between a sweaty run and a nice chilled glass of sauvignon blanc. But there you go.

I even attended my first ever yoga class yesterday. By God, did that hurt. 'Stick your tail up,' yelped the yoga teacher, pulling my hipbones towards the ceiling while I balanced precariously on all fours, using quivvering muscles that I didn't even know I had. I was very tempted to tell her exactly where to stick my tail but decided that it wasn't in the spirit of what was supposed to be a relaxing activity. I'll go back next week, of course. The days are getting lighter and there is only so much longer that I will be able to keep my winter blubber under wraps. Perhaps I should think about migrating north for the summer...


Mkononi said...

Good to hear about the Yoga class - stick with it and it'll improve dramatically :)

I'm over the first year with regular attendance at my classes now!

KaB said...'s been ages since I paid a visit!

I love yoga...only did it a few times but everytime you felt better & better! And yes, you do feel like telling them where to stick it but you just can't!

What's wrong with meeting someone after your treadmill marathon for a delicious glass of sav bla?!?

Mrs Pop said...

Good for you! I got a gym membership for my birthday and everyone at work was floored that I wasn't pissed off about it.

I wish my gym had classes. I've been dying to try yoga. Ah well. Did 45 minutes on the elliptical machine last night. Ouch!

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Anonymous said...

I went to yoga once. It nearly killed me. So much so that I haven't been back to the gym since. That was last august. Oh dear