Workout to Death

I started working out at Gold's Gym Makati about a week ago today. I've been going non-stop every night after work, and I've been sore down to the last ligament every morning thereafter.

This started as a retribution, statement kind of thing to Fitness First after they have fucked with me and my almost protracted patience. But that, my dear, is yet another blog. You be watching out for that one.

Day 1 was quite "cute" considering I was new and I had to be taught how to use the facilities. Good thing I was already a member of Gold's Gym in the US, so the orientation didn't take long. After barely fifteen minutes, I was done and left with nothing else to do but cardio. I was advised not to be doing weights, as I was going to have my physical endurance and flexibility test the next day...replete with fasting and all. So I looked around, checked the group classes, and decided to join the "Happy Hour" spinning/cycling class. That sounded "happy". Twenty minutes in the session, I was literally gasping, huffing, and puffing for air. I thought I was going to need a defibrillator. As David (our instructor) yelled out "One notch up!" (referring to the tension knob of the bike) and almost immediately a "Two more notches!", I realized how I was going to die: not through a tragic car accident, or a gunshot, or some illness, or Angel of Death taking me in my sleep; I was going to die having a coronary on a stationary bike. How's that???

Finished the session quite well, however...triceps throbbing, heaving breath, and wobbling knees notwithstanding. My night workout was done.

Day 2 was weird. I was goddamned hungry from fasting from noon (I was supposed to grab a bite before my "fasting deadline" at 3pm, but because of an extended-long playing meeting with the VPs of the company, I ended up not having any), and my blood sugar was nose-diving like crazy. After a couple of pinching and stretching and measuring and weighing, I found out I was NOT overweight, but I have to lose two or three pounds just to have a "better" body composition. And I was told I was flexible...to which I replied "You have no idea..." *evil grin*. After that, I sneaked out to KFC to grab a quick chicken fillet sandwich and a Coke. Minutes later, after being invigorated, I decided to join a group class. Determined to join the cardio martial arts class, I entered the room...only to find out at the last minute that it was Street Dance Class. Too late to leave, and with the fearlessness that I've had professional dancing experience in college anyway, I joined and danced away to a series of Sean Pauls and Beyonces. Thirty minutes into the class, I walked out. I was too old for hip-hop. Haha.

The other days were fine. Abs and biceps and triceps and backs and legs and all those parts that needed conditioning got their chance to be worked out. To complement the hardwork at the gym, I have lowered my rice intake to one cup (don't overreact just yet. I used to be able to eat THREE), and turned to lots and lots of vegies. I do micro-meals and other healthy approaches to dieting, thanks to my mentor, Alex. Ah. The pains of wanting flat abs and achieving better health.

If this frickin' belly doesn't go away, I swear I'm doing liposuction. Watch me do it.