Photo Friday 8

So I am excited to confess that this morning at 6am I went to... THE GYM! Yep, that’s a pretty big thing for me the last time I went into a gym forcefully was during P.E in high school and willingly? Well never.

But in aid my goal to get fit I accompanied the Dad to his local gym and sat on a bike for 30mins. I was right by the door and could not only see but make direct eye contact with practically every hunky guy that walked in, and my my did they walk in.

I started off thinking “oh this isn’t bad! This isn’t bad at all!” until after about 3mins a beep came from the bike telling me that was just the warm up, my face dropped, my hands gripped the bars tighter and for the sake of my dignity I had to avoid making eye contact with the next few hunks that walked in and go all out like Rambo on a bike.

I tasted my own sweat for the first time. Yeah I made the same kind of face as you are right now. It dripped from my eyelid, down my face and into my mouth where I nearly choked on it. My sweat was trying to kill me.

Oh and then came the 30mins! Oh the beeps and flashing lights of “You’ve made it honey! Go have a MacDonalds breakfast!” Glorious, I felt on top of the world a shy little gym-a-phobe transformed into a muscle powered, feel the burn gym junkie. And then I got off the bike.

OH MY GOD! Where were my legs! As I was getting of the bike I realised my thighs had gone completely numb and that as soon as my foot touched the ground I was going to fall over. So I casually acted like I hadn’t broken a sweat, gripped onto the bike as if it was King Kong and delicately limped my way into the next room to join the Dad.

Well.. hmm.. that is how I imagined it in my head but in reality I tripped on  the rowing bar and nearly fell on a sweaty man *horror face*

But I am not deterred! No spin bike you will see me again next Friday morning as soon as my burning crotch ceases to er.. burn. Jeez no one warns you about that one do they?

If only I made crotch burn look half as glamorous as these lassies!