A Gym Junkie that is!
I finally joined and got my ass down there yesterday for a Pump class and was shocked and amazed with how much I enjoyed it. Why was I so scared to go for a week after I joined! Did I fear I would run in to WorkOut Barbie down there in her Nike co-ordinates and full face of makeup busting her size 8 butt on the X-Trainer without breaking a sweat?
Probably.
Instead I was greeted by a class of only 4 ladies, 2 of whom were over 50. The other was a very chatty young girl who offered to be my partner in todays Boxercise class! No snobbery to be seen! The instructor was a 39 year old lady who'd had 2 kids - fantastic - my kind of place. :P
So after attending Pump last night I decided (although hardly able to walk!) that I would attend Boxercise at 9am this morning. I gritted my teeth, put C in the creche and got busy. Well kind of. I was late it seemed so I had no partner and had to workout with the instructor's helper, which suited me just fine. Who would have thought it'd be so much fun pretending to utterly maim and destroy someone with flykicks and uppercuts - not I!
On the 'not as enjoyable' side C (C and C are my husband and daughter's first initial - I know which one I'm talking about and when damnit! Figure it out people!!) decided to join on the cheap deal as well. And this is when I've realised that our relationship has definitely changed since *said incident*. Whereas in the past I'd have been overjoyed that we'd be doing this together, now I feel suffocated and resentful. I wanted the gym to be my time away, I didn't want to go there knowing he would also be going there. What's mine is now ours it seems! Why do I feel like all these changed feelings are the prelude to something? Why can't I just get over it, even when I want to?
Ahh well, such is life. (In the words of my favourite football players stomach tattoo.)
Just to cheer myself up I think I'll post a pic of my daughter in this post - she's so happy all the time.
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