Wow, guys! First off – thank you! Not only was yesterday a record day for views here, but for followers, likes and comments. I don’t need to tell you that you rock, but I’m going to anyway. You rock! YOU rock!

I’d serenade you with a love poem turned rock ballad with a bit o’ the old country ‘twang’ going on, but that would only cause you and your neighbours a great deal of pain. It’s the thought that counts, right?

As if that wasn’t enough to make my night, I accomplished a fair bit at the gym, too! The endorphins. The high that comes from successfully completing something you’ve never tried. The ability to come home to The Boyfriend and tell him “I did it” (and survived). Can’t forget that last part – it is early days after all…

Set the scene:
Tired Amy is sitting at work, suffering from Monday-itis, and still mulling over why her mid-afternoon almonds tasted like ham. The clock strikes 5pm and she grabs the gym bag and heads for her personal training session…

…except I didn’t think through the part where the session was at 6.30pm, and the gym was only a 5 minute wander away. I had an hour and a half before my session, and my gym’s one and only evening Zumba class was about to start.

Destiny? Fate? I’d like to think so.

The class was full, the room was a little on the small side, and the fan wasn’t working beyond “flimsy paper fan”. It was hot. And smelly.

I’ve never had so much fun at the gym.

At the start of the session our instructor asked if any newbies were in the room. One enthusiastic hand shot up at the back of the room and all the ladies turned around. Perhaps it was my hand, perhaps it wasn’t. Either way, the instructor took great care to point at me in the mirror and scream “Yeah! That’s my girl!” at my (less-than-adequate) moves.

Do I care? No!
Will I do it again? Heck yes!

Does it knock another goal of the list? Actually, yes. Yes it does.
Try a group training session: complete.

So I was tired and sweaty after an hour of Zumba, thighs aching, and face looking like I’d been dunked in tomato sauce. I was red, smelly, and high as a kite! And I was about to face a personal trainer who would put me through half an hour of torturous core strengthening exercises.

I learned a lot. To anyone thinking about trying personal training – do it. If you’re worried about the cost (like me), do it just once. Many gyms (like mine) offer 1-2 complementary sessions with every membership, so ask at reception – even if it’s not standard practice to advertise them, there may be free options available.

My muscles ache more than they ever have before. Well, my core muscles do. It just goes to show how little I’ve done for them to date!

One of the exercises was causing me lower back pain (a no-no), so the trainer showed me how to adjust what I was already doing, and other strengthening exercises. These are things I never would’ve known had I just ploughed ahead and tried to tackle everything by myself.

Potential problem avoided.

Now I’m curled up in bed, nursing a hot chocolate and thinking about what I’ll do tomorrow.
Anyone have any ideas?