Thursday, October 4, 2012

Chelsea the Ass Kicker

So I have been having a lovely time getting warmed up to the whole gym thingy and have had the wonderful Mal dealing with me and my injuries (Ulnar neuritis and the whole cracked rib/iceskating debacle).  Then I joined Les Mills Look Better Naked Course and got my ass handed to me on a platter (not a plate...you see mine requires a quite sizable platter).

Anyway here is the deal.  I have to exercise 5x a week.  In a group with 9 other women and one chirpy, cheery ass kicking fool.  You want to hate her...But then you look in her sweet smiling face and you have to eat the words that are bubbling up in your brain as your muscles protest at actually having to function as they were created to do. Crikey....my drill instructors in Boot camp didn't run me this hard....Not that I can remember.

Craig looked at me the other day when I was organizing myself to go to the gym and said "You really love this don't you"  "NO!" I said.  "Jesus I hate the idea of going into that gym...but you see that stinking 40th is fast approaching and I want to literally jump that hurdle with grace instead of plowing into it like a drunken bull."

I imagine at some stage a love for this will kick in.  I remember loving going on walks.  But at the moment it hurts and is slightly humiliating as I am typically bringing up the back and having to do the "special" exercises until I build up to the big girl ones.

The thing I realized is that I have been living in really narrow boundaries of what I figured was okay.  It was the easy road but the damn thing was getting so narrow and eventually would turn into something like a goat track on the side of a slippery hill and would be dangerous to traverse.  So I am currently having to cut through the dense thicket instead and am getting wacked by branches along the way till I find a broader more expansive path to follow.   One that gives me the freedom to explore and do any adventure that comes my way without realizing I am too obese to do it without endangering others or holding them back from them fully enjoying the adventure themselves.

So here is to bush wacking and wanting to smack your chirpy trainer but knowing that she is giving me a massive gift and well that would be rude.

3 comments:

  1. I feel EXACTLY the same when i see my trainer! How awesome you are making a positive change Mandi! Very exciting. Im 6 weeks into my challenge, and the results are coming. Slowly. But Surely.

    Tillie xx

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