Success

I had a personal training session at Virgin Active this morning with Demian, and I think we've had a breakthrough.

Sure, the first 15 minutes were torture. There was ten minutes on the strange cross-trainer type machine, which sends shivers of fear through me when I just look at it. While on that I made the mistake of asking what the funny looking machine behind me was, which resulted in me having to spend five minutes on it cycling with my arms, if that makes sense.

But the other 45 minutes of my session were good, because I got to try out boxing. And it turns out it's a form of exercise I like, that works out all my body, and that I'm not completely terrible at (read: I'm just more than a little bit bad at it).

But it was fun and got me laughing, which is probably the first time my laughter at the gym hasn't been the hysterical-about-to-burst-into-tears kind.

After I had to do some exercises to strengthen my core muscles, of which there are none at the moment. First up was an exercise which required me to roll from a sitting position onto my shoulders and then back again, a bit like a turtle would. Only I couldn't, so we gave that up after two goes.

Then there was the exercise which required me to keep my feet in the air and move my arms from side to side touching the floor each time, which hurt.

The final one was probably the most painful but I had a very tiny bit of success at that (very tiny).

I shall be practising all the moves over the next week in the hopes that if I have to do the same ones again I won't be quite so pathetic.

Overall though, I would call this morning's gym visit a success.

Sarah