Training

So, it's still Monday morning and I've already had a near death experience.

Okay, maybe that's a little dramatic, but for an hour this morning I felt like my heart might just give up.

Why?

I had my first personal training session this morning at Virgin Active with Demian, who is kindly giving up his time to help us.

After filling out some forms and having my blood pressure, heart rate and body fat measured (none of which could be described as perfect) it was out onto the gym floor.

Or torture chamber as I like to call it.

First up was the treadmill, where I started on a gentle five kilometres an hour. It didn't stay gentle for long, as Demian kept pushing buttons on the machine to get me walking uphill at a rapid speed. After walking 1km I was exhausted.

But that was just the warm up.

Next, it was on to a machine that works both legs and arms, just to make life a little easier, before hitting the bike for a few minutes.

By then my heart felt like it was going a million miles a minute, my legs felt like jelly and I thought my arms might fall off.

On the plus side, it will apparently only get easier the more exercise I do.

If it doesn't, I might cry.

Sarah