Tomorrow I rest from the gym.
I have been up everyday between 5:30 and 5:50 to head over to the gym and start my 6:00am workout.
Leg day was on Tuesday and I still can’t walk properly! It looks as if I’m a newborn fawn trying to figure out 4 legs! I look absolutely ridiculous!
When I got to the gym this morning, I moved over to the first machine I needed to use. It took me a little time to figure it out because I’d never used it before. After I finished I moved to my next machine. Another one I never used. I got my phone out and started searching for instructions.. I know.. Silly right? Anyway, after having a look at a video I chose the weight I was using and started inputting them in my gym journal. Another member of the gym then walks up to me and asks if I’m tweeting again.
“Sorry?” I ask him. He laughs before continuing on to ask me whether I am tweeting/facebooking/instagramming the fact that I am at the gym.
“No” I respond. “I’m actually adding in what I’m doing!”
I go to the gym at 6am because at 6am there isn’t that much testosterone floating around so you can just get on with it. Then you have randoms that feel like because you are one of 3 girls in the gym at 6 o’clock in the morning that they must speak to you.
I was not impressed. At all. I did my machines (whilst skipping one because I couldn’t quite figure it out) and then left back home to get ready for work.
The most important thing though?
I’ve definitely gotten my routine back! 🙂