Doing My Typical Thing

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I found myself shopping on line last night for new trainers in anticipation of this new exercise-filled life I’m going to be living. That’s so typical of me, I mean at that point I hadn’t even spoken to the bloke, you know? I had no idea what kind of footwear I might need, because it’s a fitness studio not a gym, and in any event I’m hardly lacking in the trainers department, given that I bought a new pair back in January in honour of the hurt machine moving in.

Turns out that me and the hurt machine get on better when I’m barefoot so I don’t even use them for that. To be fair I have worn them a lot…mainly for dog walking. They’ve lost that just out of the box look, but they’re not exactly battered, in fact I would imagine that Nike designed them to withstand far more rigorous activity than they’ve ever seen on my feet.

I suspect my need to accessorise is driven by the fact that somewhere in my head lurks the conviction that if I look the part, I’ll be able to pull it off, in a sort of fake it till you make it kind of way. I’ve always been the same. I remember once in my later teenage years having the hots for a bloke who I knew was really into playing squash, so I tried to pretend I was too. I even bought a squash racquet so it could lean casually in the hallway when he popped round for a coffee.

My ruse worked, right up to the point where I ran out of excuses not to join him in a game, which unsurprisingly didn’t go well. He more or less stayed in the same spot on the squash court for a full hour whilst my chunky legs made a heroic effort to propel me around, chasing a ball I was never going to catch…by the end of the session I couldn’t even speak, in fact I was on the verge of needing an iron lung. It wasn’t the biggest surprise in the world when I never heard from him again. But despite the epic failure, throughout the nightmare I dripped Slazenger from head to toe.

I’m not quite sure what a fitness studio does if I’m honest..? I just know this bloke comes highly recommended as a trainer. Let’s not forget I’m a child of the eighties, so I’m seriously having to put the brakes on and stop myself running out to buy a headband and legwarmers which in my head is what everyone will be wearing. I’ve got my feet sorted out but I’m feeling slightly nervous that I’ll stick out like a sore thumb because I don’t have the right uniform.

Logic tells me it shouldn’t matter a monkey’s chuff what I’m wearing, as long as it covers the flesh and holds in a bit of the wobble. But then, if my life was remotely governed by logic I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this pickle in the first place, would I..?

So, I’m going for my assessment tonight, and tomorrow it starts. And you know how I’ve struggled with the thought of fitting everything in..? My weekend away with its enforced technology withdrawal demonstrated perfectly that it’s not all going to turn to ratshit if I don’t post every single day.

I’m going to force myself to cut back a bit and post four times a week, instead of daily…that’s going to feel very weird especially at first. But freeing up time to get serious about my fitness supports my longer term goal and I’ve got to be honest with myself… it’s the only way I can juggle all the things I need to do.

I’m thinking I’ll try and post on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Seems to make sense,  the blog is quieter over the weekend anyway. I hope that works for you guys.

You won’t all desert me, will you?

Promise..?

I can’t do this without ya 🙂

 

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12 thoughts on “Doing My Typical Thing

  1. Oboy, this is really going to be fun! I can’t wait to hear all about your adventures in the gym. Although I don’t comment often, I’m actually happy to hear you might be cutting back in the post department, since I find it hard to keep up with everything going on in your life! I do follow quite a few blogs but only a small number of them post daily. I post myself three or four times a week and sometimes find that hard to keep up with.

    Tell! What is he like???

  2. It’s your blog, use it as you wish, and i’ll read whenever you can be here. You are paying for training, not judgment of your workout clothing choices, remember.

  3. Omg, Dee in a Fitness Studio. I can’t wait to hear how this goes… Take the Zumba class. “I left zumba in a bad mood” said no one ever.

  4. Hi Dee! I have been following your blog for quite a bit and decided it was time to chime in. I love your candid honesty, writing style, and smattering of curse words. I just wanted to offer my perspective to assist with your transition to training; a compression shirt under your workout wear can be invaluable. I refuse to think what people may have seen of my stomach area when I began working out and found that my shirt didn’t always move with me to cover my body. I began wearing a compression tank top under my shirt and didn’t have to worry any longer that my shirt would leave me exposed to the world (or my trainer). Just food for thought!

    Love from North Dakota, USA

    1. Hi Michelle, lovely to meet you and I’m glad you’re enjoying the blog! That’s good advice thank you…little things like that can make the difference between feeling very self-conscious and not, right? I wouldn’t have thought of it, so I appreciate the advice 🙂

  5. oh, okkay! as it’s a workable solution to the 28-hour days that you were staring down.

    Hey, size 20 = american 16?? I’M STOKED – that’s CHUFFED. Numbers don’t only LIE, sometimes they speak a foreign language.

    1. I might not be able to resist posting more Fleury between you and me! Trying to keep my hands off the keyboard will be like trying to keep them out of the cookie jar!! And yeh, get me being all size 20 like...wit woo 🙂 🙂 🙂

  6. Of course we won’t desert you Dee! Can’t wait to hear all about how your training is going. It is perfectly normal to be nervous when starting something new. I’m sure you’ll do fabulous!

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