I had an appointment with the trainer at the gym earlier this month, and I was determined to get away from those boring machines and get into free weights, even if it meant going to the mixed gym instead to the women-only one.
I'm not really good at arguing with "experts". It took all my persistence to get a, hm, 33% success. The new program is still 2/3 machines, but mechanical ones, not electric, which is a little less boring for now, and I have some dumbbell exercises with it. Which told me the very first day that the machines let me get away with having my right arm do all the work for years.
I also found on the second day that the reason to go to the women's gym is not the men. It's the women. I got caught in a gaggle of giggling bimbos sipping on their sports drinks at the bar and flirting with the blond trainer and blocking the way to the stairs that lead to the weight room. I was half in a mood to simply lift them out of my way, bar stools and all, but took refuge to that old classic, a really annoyed face and strategic elbow use. They never come upstairs.
The good thing is, upstairs they have all the stuff I want to try out. I'm going to get a little more comfortable with the whole set-up, I think and then play around some on my own.
I went four times, and then, last week, I caught a cold and have been doing nothing but sniffing and coughing since. :-(
Capoeira class is brilliant. I can put in exactly my current level of strength and fitness and am happily exhausted after.
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I'm not really good at arguing with "experts". It took all my persistence to get a, hm, 33% success. The new program is still 2/3 machines, but mechanical ones, not electric, which is a little less boring for now, and I have some dumbbell exercises with it. Which told me the very first day that the machines let me get away with having my right arm do all the work for years.
I also found on the second day that the reason to go to the women's gym is not the men. It's the women. I got caught in a gaggle of giggling bimbos sipping on their sports drinks at the bar and flirting with the blond trainer and blocking the way to the stairs that lead to the weight room. I was half in a mood to simply lift them out of my way, bar stools and all, but took refuge to that old classic, a really annoyed face and strategic elbow use. They never come upstairs.
The good thing is, upstairs they have all the stuff I want to try out. I'm going to get a little more comfortable with the whole set-up, I think and then play around some on my own.
I went four times, and then, last week, I caught a cold and have been doing nothing but sniffing and coughing since. :-(
Capoeira class is brilliant. I can put in exactly my current level of strength and fitness and am happily exhausted after.