Trying out a new training regime. Well, really, what I mean is I’ve joined the gym and starting doing something. The gym that my workmates use had a bring-a-friend for a month to try it out, so I’ve taken advantage by trying everything they offer and I couldn’t be happier. It’s actually a PT Studio in the Brisbane CBD for those who wish to know, and to be honest I’ve never trained at a gym so focussed on results without being wanky and separatist (ie. fitness freaks and juice heads to left, me/normal humans to the right, cue self consciousness.)
I’ve had the luck of scoring a super motivated gym kid who
is strong, athletic, and enthusiastic to show me the ropes, but the staff are
equally as helpful so it’s not so concerning anyway.
Last week I trained 4 days, and as my leagues on break for 2
weeks; I’m up for 5 days a week of hard slog till we go back. In my constant
search for ideas that stick, by jove I think I’ve found one. This was really
born of months of DIY off-skates research only to sulk miserably at my lack of
commitment. Maybe some people can work out at home, with their life screaming
for attention around them; me, I’d prefer to do it elsewhere. The ultimate
winner of this situation is that I’m doing this in my lunchbreak, so guess who’s
time efficient now?
My excuses for my commitment-phobia have stopped; ‘I dont want to be sore for training’, ‘How
do I fit this in when I have a billion other things to do?’, ‘Derby already
takes up my spare time’.
Last week I even had a one on one with a competing
powerlifter who was giving me amazing advice and coaching on the foundations of
Olympic lifts. I learned about the anatomy of a squat. Who knew I was doing it
wrong my whole life? Not to mention smashing me with one legged squats amongst
other terrors. I can see derby in every quaking muscle and every last rep.
Sadly, I can also feel every cigarette I’ve ever smoked in each sprint. What a
fucking pointless exercise it was the day I took that shit up.
I’m over the 90’s in the sense that I have no qualms about
accepting my genetic crown and bulking the fuck up. Heroin chic was in, and if
you had even shape to your bicep you might as well have been Chyna cause chicks
with muscles were too much to process. My wraith-like grunge idols did very
little for my self-esteem, and being young and impressionable; this left me chasing
a ghost for the next 15 years. I am genetically hardwired to be a big bitch, so
I’m really left with two outcomes; am I overweight, or am I strong?
I’m 30, and I’m prepared to work hard to look strong. And if
all the advice of seasoned skaters and derby idols is true, I’m hopefully
preparing my body for a long derby career.
I’d stay and chat, but I’ve got gym :)
