Been going for 2 weeks now, 4 times a week and each time an hour. You know the type, cycling, cross country, machines etc.
Anyway, thought it was about time for a proper fitness session with an instructor making my personal plan for the next 6 weeks or so. No problems so I thought as I had been ok for the last 2 weeks doing the things myself.
Ok ... so the fitness instructor was a girl of about 20, you know the type - terribly fit and all excersised.
She demos the machines that I am supposed to be using to get my god-like body, but with weights set at 5 kg or so. Then yanks it up to 35 kg or so and it is my turn. Do 12 of those. Ok, up to 8 is all fine and I am happily doing all of this of course, but by the time I get to 10 I am almost crying and 12 is complete torture. Especially whilst keeping a straight, relaxed face of course whilst ensuring that the stomach flab is never relaxed of course.
An hour later the torture was all over and my program has now been set. Currently, I am typing this of course with my nose as my arms can not be raised above the keyboard anymore.
I think I would have been better with one of those blokes at the gym as I would have thrown in the towel a lot earlier of course
She said she was impressed with my level of fitness considering I was not doing any excersise before I started two weeks ago. I think she meant she was impressed that I did not die on the machines ...

