Should I Even Bother To Continue......

If this blog were a person, it would be on life support by now, just waiting for the plug to be pulled. This old fart of a blog however, has outlived the youth of today, such as Tabula rasa, Somewhere over the rainbow, where the words LAST POST are an appropriate errr....melody. (OH NO, I just re-read my posts from two posts ago, and it started off with exactly the same line).

Lets see, since my previous post, I've been to SWPMC (she who popped my cherry)'s class, on Friday 25th, JPS's class (Jap Porn Star) on 28th, FCI's on 29th, JPS's again on 5th, and FCI's on 6th. In that time, I've hosted a dinner for the usual suspects, comprising Lionheart & Lionness, Yhsmom, Megs, Sunshine, Leon, FCI, ex FPI & gf, FSI, GW, Jakarta Jan, PFPI (probationary FPI). Actually, I was going to redistribute the titles, because I hardly get to go FSI's class anymore, and She Who Popped My Cherry was my first Step Lurve, so if there was gonna be a new FSI, it could well be her, BUT, FSI objected vehemently, saying titles given cant be retracted. Got such thing ah? What about ex FPI and ex FCI then?

Anyway, I don't know HOW Lionheart can keep up with his les mills classes with the regularity of the big ben's chimes. I suddenly find myself yearning more for the wild outdoors, to breathe in the fresh polluted outside air, to hear the sound of wildlife juxtaposed against the sound of blaring traffic.

Nevertheless, I use Body Pump as my defacto weights training in the overall exercise regime, since the only thing worse than machines are ...nah, I can't think of anything worse. But Pump is actually semi cardio aint it. I always approach Pump with dread, but get away from the class feeling quite happy to have been able to finish it. This recent class, I was suffering from a nagging lower back pain, a recurring thing, that my masseur attributes to "angin". Not the tou fong kind of angin.

Apart from squats I didnt really bother decreasing my weights, despite the lower back thing. Lion was carrying 20kg on each side, and Malik aka Atlas, was tailing behind at 15kg. There's one elderly gentleman in the class, and I was thinking, wow, I hope I am that fit when I am that age. Speaking of fit and aging, I had to bid a premature farewell to a friend last wednesday, which was a bummer. Considering he is quite the fitness freak, into yoga, RPM, Body Attack etc, (used to be in FF, then he moved to TF), its quite disconcerting that he died of what was ostensibly a sudden heart attack.

JPS's biceps track was Carwash, a real killer. I was surprised the muscly guy in front of me carried less weights than me for biceps. Afterall, 5kg seems to be almost the minimum for guys, no matter how wimpy, and this fella didnt seem wimpy at all. Well, he carried 4½ kg.

Last night's combat was surprisingly not as full as usual. The regular loudspeakers, Janvier, Certifiable Stevie, were noticeably absent. There was a newbie, which FCI very kindly showered extra attention to show the ropes. Which made me think back, who was my first combat instructor? I think it was Mr Cool, Ben Sim, but I can't be entirely sure. Well, he's the first one that I remember I guess, so that's what counts. Anyway, the newbie was lucky that FCI paid so much attention to him.

The class ended with my favourite ....well, one of two favourites, cooldown, I BELIEVE. Bravo.