The Gym Chick

Friday, March 23, 2007

Time flies when you're working like a whipped dog. I looked up tonight and realized it'd been 6 weeks since I last posted here. That's a l-o-n-g time. Is there anyone here still? Hello? :tap: :tap: Is this thing on?

We've been hitting the gym thrice weekly and I've been fortunate enough to work with a trainer. He's great. Really gets me to do more than I would be able to do on my own. Plus, he makes me feel special. Ahhh. But really, he does. He told me that of all the women he's trained, I'm the strongest. And this in my totally out-of-shape, desky jockey condition. Awesome.

We did leg presses on Monday this week and though I'd not done them before, I was able to *easily* do 3 separate reps of 12 at 440 pounds. He kept putting the weight on and I kept pushing it up. Super easy. Next week I think we're doing a test day to see just how much I can do on that and various other machines. I'm now his new pet project. :beam:

I noticed something weird when we went on Wednesday. So, we're at a gym, right? Where you go to E-X-E-R-C-I-S-E... right? And what do I see? A bunch of muscle-bound jocks circling the lot, trying to get that one spot nearest the door. Surely that has to strike others as just slightly ironic. Or moronic, depending on your viewpoint. Anyway, it's quite pathetic. You can't walk the 50 yards to the door like a normal person? :shakes head in disbelief: Unbelievable.

I've talked J into taking a photo of me everyday in the same place, same position. We're going to do this for a year and then make a super cool time lapse montage of it and slap that thing on YouTube. It'll be the transition of one Fat Chick into One Buff Chick who can and WILL kick your lazy butt! Ayup.