The Fitness Experience

The next morning as usual, I looked for every imaginable result from my vast illusion of the workout I had on Monday. Of course, if there’ll be in a snap, I would freely go to the gym every single day. I just came home from my CET review with my cousin at about 1 pm when my aunt caught sight of me in the living room, snoozing. And by snoozing I meant: a Celine Dion concert shown on the television, amiably sitting down on the sofa with my head rested on my arm, and my arm on a big big fluffy (and heavy!) pillow – like it was the most excellent position to sleep when in fact, you get a ‘complimentary’ stiff neck when you rouse up. I never thought that half a day review wouldn’t only twist my already twisted brain, but really make me absolutely want to get hold of some not-so-needed ZZZzzzz. Surely, I was on my way to DreamLand, ready to enter the majestic door when someone repetitively called upon my name (like a child calling me to show his incredible art) which made me shut the door close out of my nervous surprise. “Robbin!......Robbin!.....Robbin!”, called my aunt for what seemed like 3 words per millisecond. “Want to go to the gym? I’m going”, and I was having second thoughts on whether to stretch my muscles or be a Sleeping Beauty at least for that moment. But I agreed on the former, thinking that I needed it badly. My aunt is a member of Fitness First, and I ain’t. I was just a Guest “ who will just see if it’s all good and will apply for a membership if she likes”. Flawlessly put. Baloney. I couldn’t even commit to an exercise for a week! Should I be enrolling for the least of 4 month-membership, then maybe I’ll get to actually avail only a week or two – at most.hehe

My aunt should’ve told me to contain myself and not wear my gym clothes first. I totally looked someone from a triathlon in the midst of people in their corporate attires. I thought that the gym was a stand-alone, or like that Fitness First in the Mall Of Asia. Unfortunately, it is on the 35^th floor of the building. And doesn’t hurt to look like an alien in a sea of businessmen. At the gym reception, they knew that I was a Guest (or the colloquial tern: tag-along). And it was typical that we first sit in the cafe with someone who’ll extremely encourage me to join. I’ve had enough encouragement which made me yearn to say: “Yes you can stop right now. Thank you for the encouragement. I want to join but I don’t. Now don’t waste your precious saliva with me. Go use it to somebody else who’ll surely avail of that membership. Thank you.” And this is the thing that I hate on first times. Every machine isn’t new to me except for the others of course, I’ve already went to a gym and worked out. But what’s complicated are some machines that are responsible for toning your arms. So looking helpless (staring at a certain machine no longer than 4 seconds – figuring out how it works), a trainer finally approached me. Eric showed me and maneuvered me some equipments, volunteering to show me some basics that will concentrate on removing the bfs on my soon to be bulging arms. I am a tough girl with a vavavoom of confidence so it looked like I don’t exert much effort with all the equipments even if it reaches 35 pounds. But deep inside, I was already with pompoms cheering my arms ‘Go! A! R! M! S! What’s the word?!” and hoping that after these, I could see visible results already. Which if I did, it a genie must have heard me.

Luckily though, I got to try 80% of the machines/equipments. Though on the treadmill watching the Desperate Housewives and Sony Style, I strongly felt the urge to dance like those in the music video of Ok Go. ;-P And I thought Body Jams are for oldies. My aunt and I went to the room and got on track with dancing to that lively tune with that vigorous instructor. It was all fun, I tell you.. and quite exhausting. My glued smirk and my catching my gulp of air would be enough of a verification. The trainer I was with looked at me from the outside, and I clearly know what’s on his mind: A 15 year old amidst 30s (like it sounds well from the movie). After a 2-hour workout, we started to groom ourselves. The locker room is undoubtedly in an elegant finish. After refreshing, I sat down and waited for my aunt. And goodness, I thought girls parading only in their upper and bottom supports are just an inch above normality and is just alright since, I do that too. When I saw a lady that perfectly sustains Jennifer Love Hewitts’s song... Barenaked. I was like, “Oh god. I hope what I see isn’t what I think I see. Please remind her that this is a jungle of frenemies alike, and she is subjected to a bash of criticisms. Both unconstructive and constructive. The former being the most.” Well I think I now have a perfect body.