Weekend Gym, and Surprise Pump Visitor
It’s exasperating. Streamyx is acting up, and once again, I cannot blog. So since I have some free time on my hands, I’m preparing this draft on a word document.
Friday evening, after a long week, (and a public holiday the day before), I could feel the lure of the OSIM massage chair, but remembered its normal outcome, so decided not to yield to temptation, just before intended gym class. As at 6.10 or so, I was still in two minds as to whether or not I wanted to go and pump, though I vaguely recall telling Richelle during the durian ice cream rendezvous that I’ll be there. I dragged myself against the forces of gravity, and finally managed to have lift off. Yhsmom was just behind me, in the car park. While milling around the studio entrance, all of a sudden, a bright fluorescent green assailed my vision, and lo and behold, it was
I made the mistake of standing behind
OH, I forgot to mention, that on the Wilayah Day class, FCI for the first time made such an obvious choreo error…HAHAHAH!!! The man is not perfect after all. Plonk, he falls from the pedestal.
Saturday, THE CURVE. Whether I liked it or not, I’d have to make my way to the Curve, as I had to deliver something to sunshine. Earlier on, FSI called on Sunshine’s phone asking me to come for body step. Much as I would have loved to, I think these old bones cannot take Step and Combat back to back….despite the gym being equipped with Phillips Defribillators.
Despite being supposedly worn out and semi injured from Friday’s pump, he certainly chose some very exhausting tracks, like track two, which has the triple roundhouse and karate punch. By track 4, I was thinking, aiyo, only track 4 ah!!! About 30-40% of the tracks were similar to FCI’s class on Thursday, ….hmmm, what are the odds right. During the conditioning,
All the usual faces there. Am getting to know more people as the weeks go by, so don’t feel so stranger there anymore. In any case, I no longer have a choice, for Saturday combat….as Nikeboy has left his Manulife slot of 3 years…so looks like I’m stuck at the Curve for now, for Saturday afternoons. Of course, if I opted for non combat classes, the choice would be wider.
HAHA, FDI told me this morning that his biceps were still aching, as a result, he had to sleep with his arms outstretched, like a T Rex. Aww, isnt that adorable.
Labels: biceps, jane fonda

