museman

Things change at a rapid pace. Six months idhar kaa udhar and you are a completely different person from what you were.

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I have always been thin.  Not too thin but thin alright. Was a good reason for me to stay away from the gym. Didn't want to be the thinnest person in the gym. But then again, I joined a gym circa july'05.

The gym instructor asks me, "What is your expectation out of the GYM? What do you want?"  Never knew that you need to have a mission statement and guiding goals for even as small thing as to go to the gym. I formulated a goal instantaneously and told him that I would like to grow some weight, say maybe grow to be 65kg, get fit and gain some muscle.

He gave me a standard lecture about the rigors to attain fitness, about warm-up exercises, cardio vasculars and so on and so forth.

The initial enthusiasm took care of my attendance for the first five days. It was an awkward situation for me. With Britney Spears "Hit me baby one more time" playing in the background, I was doing the warm up exercises and wondered if I had come for gym or for dance classes. I was as clumsy as is Saurav Ganguly with his batting when he is out of form. Hmm...on second thoughts, let us leave Saurav out, poor man, has already become the new Blonde  of the joke fraternity.  And then I started playing truant. Like scores of others, I gave up in between. I have always been a nocturnal animal. Getting up at six in the morning was not my cup of tea.

Time rolled past. I snuggled cozily in my bed while friends used to go the gym. Once every month or so, I would visit the gym, the instructor would smile, I would do light exercises, as a warm up after so many days of break, before leaving I would tell the instructor that I would come the next day. Only that the next day used to come the next month. Thanks to the reminder of a Rs 100 cut in the pay slip towards the Gym.

Now, into January