Dying A Slow Death

.......this blog.... that's what's happening.

Now, [thinking very hard], to answer "anonymous" comment in the last post, about why no update. Hmm, OOOOH, I went for RPM!!! Two Wednesdays ago. That was a crotch numbing experience. You know its gonna be a long ride, when you're winded after the warm up. But there's something to be said about extreme pain. The pleasure derived during the cool down is proportional to the pain. It's almost esctasy. Female RPM instructors all seem to have a certain profile. I guess cycling is an ahem, rather male dominated sport, (I can't think of a single famous female cyclist), so it then stands to reason that Female RPM instructors would have to be rather macho to lead an RPM class. I am reminded why I dislike RPM. A crowded claustrophobic room, all kinds of odors permeating, loud thudding music, its like being in a nightclub without the alcohol, and lots of sweat. Nothing like the great outdoors to remind me of the Stallion within, galloping free and munching hay in the sunshine, and oinking away. Hangon, I mean neighing.

There's this PT who's been calling me to come and utilise a free 1 hr session of PT, .... alas, the session has been postponed twice.

Did the treadmill on the Sunday following RPM, coz of inclement weather, depriving me of my Sunday kiara walk. Monday was back to the grind with FPI. Lionheart was in BKK, but was the class any easier? No. There's that girl equivalent of Lion, who carries like 15kg weights for squats. It's quite dizzying, when the heaviest weights in the room are being carried by a lady. Makes one feel so impotent. Pity those wee lads who carry 3.5kg for biceps, vs the lady's 5kg.

Had to skip FCI's comeback class on Tuesday, as had a dinner that night. A long hiatus from the gym ensued, till Saturday, when I decided to check out Body Vive again, for the 2nd time. The timetable was vague, it said Eugene, and I was expecting 2ndFSI, whom I haven't seen in yonks, but it was the combat Eugene. Despite the presence of a lot of aunties, and uncle, in Vive, it is far from being an easy class. But actually I quite like it. One gets a sense of being stretched, and it gives an overall sense of well being....

I thought I'd give the combat a try, after vive, but after the warm up track, my brain started shutting down like a person on the verge of entering the beta phase of sleep, and I couldn't stay on for another track. Some new fella, whose name isn't on the list of COMMON INSTRUCTOR NAMES, was teaching.

And that brings us back to FPI's class again on Monday. Another torture class, with Lionheart in the house this time. It was like a joyful reunion, all the usual faces were there....except Uncle Tan and Susan Sarandon. He-who-does-not-speak, the Chilli Padi doctor, the other doctor, (two doctors in the house!!! Not a bad time to collapse), Clark Kent, Dave Nooku twin, etc etc and so forth.

And on Tuesday, FCI's much awaited combat class. There seem to be a number of new faces, and certainly a more enthusiastic bunch of shouters. Since the disappearance of Janvier, and Certifiable Stevie, the class has been rather reticent. But now it seems to have regained some noise. YM seemed to be very hyper. The first few tracks seemed incredibly long, and by 7.05 we were just finishing track 2. (Class starts at 6.45)...