Last week I happened to meet an auckland based songwriter who works his day job as a personal trainer (he's also an ex-body builder). We worked on a track together (more on that at a later date) and during the session I made the flippant remark "you should get me in the gym bro". How stupid I was, lol! The challenge was made then and there for me to hit the gym on monday.
I have been thinking for about a year now that I really need to get in shape. So I followed through on my word and turned up for my first session on monday. My goal is simply to lose the excess body fat, increase fitness and generally be in better physical shape [no, Im not trying to get MASSIVE like timbo or
Dre].
Monday was not too bad actually. We worked mostly upper body and I left feeling pretty damn good!
Then tuesday, same again but I was starting to feel some stiffness in my arms. Keep in mind I have NEVER done any sort of training or sporting activity my entire life! (I celebrated my 30th b'day this year, so thats a whole lot of inactivity).
Wednesday morn arrived and I was starting to feel a little bit of soreness all over, but nothing major. We worked on my legs and core and shoulders that day. It really tested me. My trainer pushed me to the point where my limbs failed on nearly every exercise. I left that session feeling f**ked!
Then later that night I had a charity Lingerie fashion show to play with PNC (jealous? lol). And even the rather simple task of standing on stage and spinning some tracks for 10 mins felt like a strain. My legs were wasted and lifting my arms up was pretty uncomfortable. Add to that parking in the city was a mission so I ended up parked on the 11th floor of a parking building with NO elevator. Yes folks, add an 11 flight stair climb (twice!) to round out my day... nice.
Not to be discouraged, I turned up on time for my 4th session in a row today and we went through the same lower body routine. Im a determined dude and I persevered through it although I did get a bit dizzy at one point. My trainer is the man and let me catch my breathe for a minute and then we completed the sets. Once I got home though my legs really started seizing up. If I sat down for too long it was difficult to get up again. I have a good sense of humour about how wimpy I can be so it provided me and Evan with a lot of laughs in the studio today. I totally looked like a cripple old man (and sounding like one at points "oooaahhh").
Im committed to a 9 week plan [at least] so no doubt there will be more updates to follow. I just hope I can get out of bed in the morning, literally!
