me, myself and my first blog

When you get the gym into your routine and then somehow let it get out .. you feel sick! You wish you hadnt let go of such a groovy habit, knowing you will be stuck with pangs of super guilt whenever you feed those mean monsters who make your tummy their home and the taste buds their hunting ground. Surely, only the gym can squelch them.

So, you finally make up your mind to find your way back, hunt for a nice cosy lil one(ooops wrong word gyms are anything but that) that fits into your scheme of things. Dont you forget to check out the weirdo factor of the ppl who come there! 

Day one, you do all the standard warm ups, stretches, sidebends, touchdowns etc for about fifteen min...not bad you'd think. Start checking out the machines one by one ... the stepper, the treadmill, the cycles, the twister wow ... the machines all looked good and they surely get more sophisticated with time. There are so many more but since I can spend only 1/24 th of a day, I ignore the rest.

Enter your weight?
Choose work out type...
Set Time
Set Distance

The guy who runs the place has a TV screen and puts the Itv channel. I wonder if it is to have a motivational effect on the ppl who come there (not just the music mind you )... there must be a visual aspect too ..all those pop videos and endless doses of eye candy. Gee we all get dreamy eyed dont we ... gimme a month and I am gonna give all those remix queens and VJs one helluva run for their money.

So this being my first day after a long time, josh levels are soaring. And like an everyready battery I just go on and on hopping from one machine to another. Even the instructor was perplexed. He couldnt quite figure out if I was a newbie or this was another flash in the pan visit. But discouraged we shall not be. We just went about our own thing, as always.

And after a good amount of huff-puff the screen displayed your heart-rate, distance, time taken  and calories burned. After all that the calorie count was dismal like 30. There must be something wrong. Do they want me to starve or something??

The instructor came upto me and gave me a whole list of options that they provide yoga,  aerobics, cardio kick boxing, power yoga, personalised counselling and many other. Having so many choices surely makes life soooo complicated. I just responded with 'will think about it' (one pulled out from my standard set of responses when people try to sell me an idea I dont really want to buy)

Was pleased as punch after useful and exremely sound investment of an hour and a lot of sweat. I had a spring in my stride and was sure I was right back on track.

But the pleasure was shortlived. Only for a night, that is. Come morning, the first hurdle was getting up. Any side the right side, wrong side .... movement of a single muscle required monumental effort. Rise and shine!! How was I going to get thru the rest of the day?? How?? Its a miracle I got through till now and believe me when I say my knuckles are the only joints that arent complaining.

..am still in terrible pain, muscles, joints, psyche all of them hurt. And if you've been to a gym after a 6 month break I am sure as hell you know what I am talking about.

And oooops I just dropped my pen. Will somebody pleaase pick it up.....phleeeez ???

Tomorrow is another day.......... (I dont even wanna think about)

And yes, another favour...try not to tell me anything that's terribly funny.

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