Routine, Routine...

Last Monday, pump as usual. It was a killer class, and it was one of those RARE times I actually had to pop out midclass for a drink, coz it was so exhausting. The clean and press, Land of the Living, was more like Land of the Dying... since it was 11 days ago, I don't recall much of the class, except that it was damn painful. All tracks requested by Lionheart. He Who Does Not Speak seems to have reduced his squat load to 10kg... from 15kg previously. Must have sustained an injury of sorts.

Tuesday was Combat. Ever since Certifiable Steve left, and Janvier is missing in action, the shouting levels have plummeted dramatically. The youth of today just aren't as energetic. I remember when FCI taught the Wednesday class, at 5.40pm, at MJH, (as it was know then), wow, the number of screaming women.....

Couldn't make it to any other classes until Saturday, for Kenny's body step. Exceedingly tiring, probably after a 3 day break of no exercise. Was surprised to see a fellow food blogger there as well.

Which brought us back to another Monday. The class was delayed because of a faulty wire in the stereo system, and we didn't start till 5pm. Amazingly, he managed to do all the tracks except for lunges. Same clean and press as the previous week. But this time it didnt seem so bad. Also, it was a record turnout. The class was virtually full. All the familiar faces where there, the only notable absentee being Uncle Tan. Lion pointed out FMTBF to me.

Tuesday, Combat again. I really enjoyed this class, and had worked up a damn good sweat. At least there were a few familiar faces, ....as time goes by, there are less and less people I know in the class...shouldn't it be the other way round? FCI played tracks 6&8, Behind the Cow and I wanna check your microphone, both Leon's favourites...or rather, remind me of him. Are they by the same singers? Both songs refer to 1994....