Okay Gym......

Well, after years of trauma following my last gym experience (see previous entry 'no thanks gym'), I have ventured back into the fitness jungle, and am writing to you having just been through my induction. I love inductions........'see this?.......this is a treadmill.......you run on it......see this......this is an exercise bike....you cycle on it.......' Do you know, I really think I might mix those up if I wasn't told; and just wait until you see me try and row on the cross trainer.....
I jest; he was a really nice fella who was well impressed with my weight loss so far (best way to make a friend for life with me...'oh stop it! you're embarrassing me!!'). He is also a regular half snicke.....ummmm....marathon man, so will be able to tailor my training to increase the running distance with the up and coming races in mind. Not only this, he has also opened my eyes that the original plan of 'show up, run, go home' is not going to be as effective as doing a few weights and toning up. When you think about it (I say 'you'; maybe just me, you probably already know it don't you smartypants?!!), doing a long run is going to take it's toll on my swinging arms, and with strong abs (ooooh, 'ark at me, saying words like 'abs') my good running posture will be maintained for longer. He also introduced me to what will simultaneously be my friend and enemy in the next fifteen months; the running machine. I will be going for 'the one on the far left'. Now I am not someone who believes in naming his car (I think that may be wholly a girl thing) however I do have a significant urge to name my treadmill. Open to suggestions??.........

So first session will be either Thursday (badminton match Wednesday) or Wednesday (if I am not selected for said badminton match). I will be wandering round the place, clutching my gym card; ticking off each of the exercises set for me with uncommon fastidiousness; how can I possibly deprive my fellow gym-goers of the rather obvious game of 'spot the newbie'. One thing is for sure; I will make damned sure that the treadmill is stationary before I step on it.
The only other thing of note was in the changing room (oo err). On leaving, I saw someone walking towards me head-on....we had one of those weird 'diverting left and right to manoeuvre round them while the other person matches your movements exactly as you get closer and closer........it wasn't until I was two feet away that I looked up and realised I had taken a wrong turn and was walking towards an extremely dirt-free mirror. It is only a matter of time before I clonk into it.