Lots Of Exercise Over The Weekend

On Friday evening, as I was lazing in the massage chair, in two minds whether to go for Richelle's pump or not, I got a call from the computer guy saying he was around the corner and could come and fix my pc. On a Friday evening, any old excuse to not exercise is welcome, although I do love Richelle's pump class. About 6.23pm, I get Lionheart's sms asking if I was going.....there comes a point of no return I guess, in most matters in life, .....by the time I had decided whether or not to go, it was really too late. In any case, the pc guy still hadn't come.

One of the reasons why I didn't feel too guilty about not going to gym on Friday evening was coz I had an appointment to jog in lake gardens, with a friend from Singapore, who used to be my jogging buddy when he lived here for awhile. Everytime he comes (he's Malaysian) he'll ask me along for a jog, and there's a certain ritual involved. I'll stretch in the area outside the lake club guard room, he'll come walking up from the public car park, we'll exchange cursory greetings, do some warm up, and start jogging. Takes awhile for me to warm up, so in the beginning, he'll always be somewhat ahead. Then we turn off the Lake Gardens and go onto the road that leads to Carcosa. Onthis uphill track, I seem to be faster than him. On this particular morning, the road was stinking of garbage stench. Disgusting. As we re-enter the lake gardens, onto flat terrain, the pace is equal. On the half second round around the lake, there's an unspoken sprint of sorts to the finishing line, which is just after the staircase leading up to Tun Razak Memorial. Then we'd walk the rest of the way, about 800m or so, back to the club, which is when we'd chat a bit, and continue chatting over a drink in Lake Club.

Now, I haven't been jogging regularly since I started joining group exercise classes, and one thing bad about jogging with friend is we always tend to omit a cool down. I paid the price heavily for this oversight, as every conceivable part of the body, waist down, ached like mad that night.

In the evening, headed to the Curve, for combat with Saturday matinee idol. Lionheart had earlier texted replying about Richelle's class, and had asked, "by the way, who the heck ins the matinee idol". When I told him, he said "oh, the one who looks like Lai Meng, the singer, who can't sing". Had to clarify who was it that couldn't sing. Was it Lai Meng, or the instructor...turns out he meant Lai Meng. The crowd at the curve is becoming less unfamiliar, and starting to recognise some regulars, and struck up a conversation with one of them. This chappie, also a regular, was also bemoaning the fact that FCI's class there on monday night was too tight for comfort.

Anyway, "Lai Meng"'s class was good as usual. Love his facial expressions. Though I found the "Sexy" combat track a bit strange. Something felt amiss. Either it was the choreo, or me..... Asked newly made acquaintance after the class if the kick sequence was off, but he didnt seem to detect anything wrong. Didn't dare ask the instructor himself la, after kena kick.

Two cardios in a day. Big pat on the back. I deserve a massage.

Sunday.... as there was no sunday school, and we had planned to go for the earlier service, which ends at 10.15 or so, there was a choice of Axis, with FCI, Subang with No 1 in Tianjin, or the usual Step in MJH with 2nd FSI. FCI's class was quickly struck out, coz had to bring the kids for a birthday party at Hartamas Shopping Centre, AND, furthermore, I was sure he would say I was only there coz he was team teaching with Lai Meng. I was actually VERY keen to go for Dr Combat's class in WC, and had expected the kid's party to be over by 1pm. But noooo, it dragged on, and by the time we got home, was 2.15pm. So that left Body Step, with 2nd FSI, which was good coz I haven't been going for a month or so, and I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed that class. A lot of "diva" tracks, as 2nd FSI said. But nice selection, and a great workout. Really, the mike and him seem to be completely incompatible. He always inevitably has some problem with the mike, in MJH.