Sunday, October 19, 2008

Gym (and Angelas Ashes)

Some good news. I’ve been going to the gym since July, directly after Dutchman and I came back from our Santorini holiday. My routine schedule used to be 3x a week but a few weeks ago I changed it to 2x a week because (a) we are entering autumn and it’s getting darker (b) its getting colder as well. I hate going home when it’s already dark and cold, but I’m committed to improving my condition, so I’ve decided to compromise a day in my schedule.

I like to spend half an hour on the cross trainer after I have done my exercises. The bald guy in white tee usually spends an hour on the cross trainer. He sweats like crazy; the sweat would be flowing from his groins dripping like tears on the floor. I am not exaggerating ok.

My trainer told me emphatically that inorder for me to get the desired results I would need a 3x a week schedule. Well, let me put it this way. I don’t want to end up like her with those icky masculine muscles. But being almost 40 years old, with age taking its toll on my body, I want to be more healthier, better my condition and tone down my body just a little bit. In the last 2 weeks though, I’ve been going to the gym only once a week because I have not been well. I like to push myself but I realized there is no point really if when I get home, instead of feeling better I just get sicker.

The nice thing about this gym is it’s just a 3-minute walk from my work. 5 or more if I wear high heels, haha. The distance from my work place is the most crucial thing. If this gym was farther, my requirement would have to be parking facility which I know is near impossible in Amsterdam Centre so let’s just forget about that and go back to the original, the distance. Too bad I don’t have a bike. My male colleagues did offer me to use their bikes but I am too small to even get on it, haha. So that’s why I’m walking to the gym which I can always use as a teaser exercise anyway.

So far everything is doing fine and dandy. I have lost a few kilos already, my abdominal is starting to get firmer, and my condition is way better than months back.

I will let you in for a little gossip. It’s true what they say about the guys in the gym. Majority are either (a) gays (b) fanatic body builders. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I have gay friends and my sister is gay by the way, but it’s just that it’s interesting to really notice it, and to see it with my own two eyes the stories I heard from others. There must be a reason. Hmm, lol.

On other matters, we watched the movie Angela’s Ashes yesterday evening at home. The movie was precisely the book and Angela was exactly what I envisioned her to be... but how very odd it is to have found the book more intriguing and enticing?

Dutchman also had the same sentiment. I swear he got bored (and grumpy) and was waiting for the film to end.

I bought this bestseller of Frank McCourt in a second hand book shop on a narrow shopping alley in Koh Phi Phi Island, Thailand, some 7 years ago. Wow that was a long time ago.

Amsterdam North, The Netherlands
October 2008

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