So, I joined a gym. Needs must and all that. Having undergone my assessment. The chap who did it was lovely. He was so upbeat and happy with life (I think everyone's life would be so much nicer if they could hang out with a personal trainer all day). He asked what would it take for me to achieve my goals and I told him 'constant supervision'. He recommended classes! He also tried to allay my fears that everyone would be looking at me. Apparently it's not good for a person's morale to say, as your mammy would, 'Jesus, sure no one is looking at you', so instead he said everyone would be concentrating on their own thing and not to worry.
Last night I went to my first class. It was called Rockin' Rebound. A fancy name for jumping on a mini trampoline. A trampoline, I'd like to add, that has no handle!!! I'm still not sure why I thought this would be a good idea, I mean ... I've had a couple of kids, pelvic floor not what it was. Sneezing can result in a mild 'did I pee panic' so why I thought leppin' up and down (fucking jumping jacks?) would be something worth doing I'll never know.
Long story short... I know how to get EVERYONE to notice you whilst working out. Bounce off your trampoline and hit the plate glass window! Yes, that will guarantee a couple of hundred eyes looking your way.
It's 12 hours later and I'm still puce with the mortification.
The trampolines are on the first floor, set up beside the TRX station and the chin up bars and ... you know, where all the really fit people hang out. Anyway, I was bouncing (trying not to pee.. unsuccessfully as it turned out, three quiet cheers for tena lady.. hip, hip ....). So bouncing away and wondering why I thought this was a good idea when I kind've missed my bounce. I don't know what happened other than one minute I was going 8, 7, 6, 5 and the next ...? Oh God!!!! The next I had bounced right off the bloody thing and hit the plate glass window to my right. With a squelchy thud! Much like old wile e up there.
I was so hot and sweaty I think I stuck there for a while. Then, slowly, slid to the ground. Whilst sliding downwards I noticed lots of people outside the building looking up, at me. Me, squashed against the window!!? Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
Not only were people looking up, the gym had gone quiet (think old western movies when a new cowboy walks into the saloon and even the piano stops playing).
EVERYONE was looking at me.
I may die of puce-ness before the day is out. Needless to say, I'm not going to the gym today. Going for a coffee and cake instead, I need comfort x
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