I rose uncharacteristically early today and headed off to my new gym. I braved the icerink carpark and made it as far as reception.
There they forced me to fill out a booklet or two and then gave me a gym orientation. This consisted of a man pointing at the pool saying this is the swimming pool, this is a cross trainer etc.: all no brainer stuff. What amused me was that there were two flights of stairs to the yoga and tai chi studio I will be knackered before I get up there. I booked in for a gym assessment tomorrow afternoon. The yoga class had been cancelled. Damn it- that is why I was there, mostly.
I spent 20 minutes sweating in the gym, burning off two of yesterday's clementines, drinking a bottle of water and then I did some lane swimming for a while. Sat in the hot tub because I could for two minutes and felt my fat thighs wobble with the water resistence.Dripped over the changing rooms and hid in the second changing room to get out of my wet costume. N.B. When climbing into my bathing suit I did not use the changing rooms as they were full, I sort of exhibited my arse to the world. I feel so brave. Similarly when walking through the gym I put on my best I'm not self conscious walk back to the changing rooms. Wow. I have to do it all again tomorrow!