Professional Couch Potato
I can't believe that the conversation went like this.. (actually, I can, cos it's the truth - so, it's probably MORE accurate to say that OTHER people cannot believe that the conversation went like this...)Person: So, what form of exercise do you do normally? Do you engage in any physical activity?
Me: No, I am a professional couch potato. (without batting an eyelid or awkward pauses)
Person: (Laughs) You are not serious? So what made you decide to come to a gym on a Saturday?
Me: There is nothing good on TV on Saturdays.
Person: (More laughter) No lah, can't be! I thought there are always good shows on TV on Saturdays?
Me: No, no good programmes at all...
If that conversation has totally confused you; let me fill in the details: -
1. Setting - California gym @ Ocean Towers(?) - or the one at Raffles Place
2. Person - Gym manager who attended to me when I enquired about the FREE 2 visits per month for UOB cardholders.
Eh... I know, it so doesn't bode well for my future in the gym..
What followed was a lengthy 'consult' with a personal trainer who made me stand on some form of machine (which is supposedly used by Raffles Hospital and is '99%' accurate) and going through my body composition (of fats, muscle mass, etc etc).
And he was going on about me needing to sacrifice time and convenience for me to be healthier - I had told him straight - that I neither work nor live near there - it does not make any sense for me to sign up for any package. Please - anything that requires me to travel more than 1 hr to and fro for me to exercise is really - a futile attempt. I even have difficulty just going down to buy a loaf of bread - let alone travel that far to get myself some physical punishment.
He tried to recommend me some form of alternative plan whereby people who exercise on alternate days, or the off peak package - but I kept saying no - told him that my job does not allow me to do that. And he asked what I did for a living - and I told him. Then the focus shifted to his kids who were in kindergarten and that they had exams and stuff. Sighz...and I so wanted to take a break - the conversation then shifted to him and his kids, how they would cope, how parents were nowadays, etc, the school systems - some occupational hazard ar? It went on and on until I reminded him that I was about to be late for my class - ABT.
The class was fun (think energetic music and fast tempo) but so ego-bruising - all the ladies there were freaking svelte - and so gorgeous. And sad to say, I really stopped for a while - I couldn't feel my muscles any more - PAIN was all I felt. GX did a lot better. There were justa handful of guys in the class - but guys, a word of advice, if you are gonna be in a class whereby you are gonna be lying down alot - PLEASE DO NOT WEAR ITSY BITSY RUNNING SHORTS!
In one word - EWWWW....
I thought the class would never end..but it finally did. And when it ended, I had to walk down 2 flights of stairs to reach the lockers - and my legs were wobbling terribly. I confessed to GX - I might just fall down the stairs and get a concussion - it was so really possible at that moment and I could feel the pain. Then GX nonchalantly told me that the pain will only sink in the next day. Gosh - then what am I feeling now...
Hmm, there you see - the fate of a professional couch potato trying her best to rub shoulders with the fit and healthy and getting nothing but aches everywhere. Ouch...
