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- (un)Fit Test -
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
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today was my first day being a membership holder at a gym in calgary. one of their many services provided is a training program, but in order to receive one i had to first endure a fitness test. this is where they check your blood pressure, heart rate, take measurements, watch you do specific exercises...etc.
all day i nervously watched the clock wind down to the 18th hour. i wasn't too interested in seeing what my weight was one a real scale with an audience nor was i overly delighted knowing that somebody was going to be grabbing at my excess nonetheless pastey skin to do a skin fold evaluation.
but my reward was a tanning session at 6:30pm and i guess that was incentive enough to get me out of the door because i showed up with 2 minutes to spare.
the blood pressure and heart rate part wasn't too bad at all. it actually reminded me of my of regular pregnancy check-up appointments, which were also a snap (usually...heh heh *nervous laugh*). i survived my measurements being taken as well but that's because instead of paying attention to the numbers, i was pretending to be fitted for a pretty custom made dress.
then came the skin folds... eeeeeewww. standing in front of a full length mirror under fluorescent lighting doesn't help any situation and it certainly didn't make this one any more enjoyable. prior to every clamp of fat he would say where he was heading next and (here comes the kicker) "is that going to be okay with you?" making it much worse, having to give consent to such torture. each and every single time. come on guy, I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!
i didn't mind the steps; it was stepping up on a platform right leg up, left leg up, right leg down, left leg down to the beat of a timer. i started off and then heard "to the beat"...."too fast, to the beat"......."you just..have to step...to the beat".... lol, i'm a white girl with no rhythm, i get it, next exercise please.
we moved on to flexibility. not much to be said there other than he was surprised i had zero... o.k. more like -3" (but in my defense i had my shoes on...and didn't stretch before....and....).
after that was done we did push ups next. push ups. push ups i can do for some odd reason and not the girlie way either. but he didn't know that and suggested i do the girlie way and i didn't argue sooooo i got down to business. 1....6......15........28....30....36..... "your done?" "yep." "hmmm, most people at least slow down first and then you can see they can't handle any more on their last few but you just stopped, could you have done more?" "yep." once i explained that it was 6:32pm and i had a date with the tanning bed, which was kinda the whole reason i came today in the first place, the hell was over.
i, crazily enough, scored off the charts with my wussy push-ups so maybe next time i will try them the real way and see how i fair, even if only to compensate for my non-flexibility because i just do not see me ever reaching past my toes, it's just not something i strive to do.
in 6 weeks i get to do it all over again and in said time i do hope to see some major improvements. doesn't have to be drastic, just major.
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1 Comments:
You’re a soldier
I would not of liked
To be in your position
With a stranger clamping at your skin
Kudos’ to you!
Hopefully next time you go
All your concerting dates
Will have earned you some rhythm.
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