I went to the gym for the first time in months last friday at lunch. Sarah, who sits behind me, convinced me that the ‘body pump’ class was a good idea, so I figured I would give it a shot and Jose (opposite and to the left), Sarah and I wandered in for 45 mins of lifting, lunging, and squatting. Now, I know I’m pretty unfit, but I thought I could manage that.
SO. MUCH. PAIN.
My right shoulder is knackered. I think I might have damaged it. Sadly, I need the exercise. In under a month I will be running 5km in the JP Morgan Chase Corporate Challenge and have a bet with Dale (opposite and right) that I will beat him. That is my only goal. I don’t care if I take 2 hours as long as he takes 2 hours, 1 minute. Even though my lovely mother ran it in 28 minutes at 60 years old, my goal is not to beat her (she trained hard for it! I have only just started). Beating Dale and winning a tenner is the key. and the BBQ and beer afterwards. They are also important.
Complaints aside, I did quite enjoy the gym. I went again on saturday with James (behind and to the right) and he showed me far superior techniques on how to lift weights in various ways. and by ‘far superior’ I mean ‘the correct way to’. I think I’ll do a spin class this week.
Side note: If you’re trying to map out my area of the office from this post, all descriptions of colleagues positions are described from my viewpoint on the desk. HTH.
