Promises are meant to be broken. This words are meant for me indeed. I've made a promise not a very long time ago that I'll never ever register myself as a gym club member. The novice triathlon event howevr changed my perception towards fitness club. After strugling with stamina, strength and endurance problem during the event, i've made a profund thought about joining my hubby in Fitness first (FF). After consulting my sis and doing a bit of study and vice versa, I walked my steps to FF on wednesday nite.Before i go on, allow me to state the reasons why i dread going to the gym:
1) I dont like doing my excercise on crowded places full of people. Makes me suffocate.
2) I hate doing excercise inside a confined area. Again, makes me suffocate.
3) I can't bear running on the treadmill while watching the TV on-screen. Seems to me the world stops spinning but the track keeps on moving jer.ayaya! And again, makes me suffocate.
But of course, time and again i have to remind myself that 'I really need to set a proper training' in order to ensure my fitness level is at the highest par before i can compete in another Marathon, Traithlon and all other THON THON competition. With that, I also hire my personal trainer, Jane and the training session begun by her asking me to do a complete set of weight training for the upper body and lower body, flexibility, streching and a test on the cycling machine to see how far i can reach before i turn all blue. Suprise !Suprise, all these while i thought my fitness rating is around 5/10 but as it turned out, it was actually 2/10 (according to Jane)...mampos camni....sah kena bertungkus lumus cam nak rak lepas nie..and why is it i felt sooooo bloody sleepy while I'm writing this? Hmm...guess my energy level depletes kot....
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