Yak's milk. Milking a yak isn't exactly a picnic; but once you pick the hairs out, it's very nutritious.-Monsters Inc

Well I did it. I joined the gym. Yes it's kind of like that super annoying ad on telly "You bought a Jeep?"
YES.
I JOINED A GYM.
AGAIN.
For those of you who have been following my *cough* progress you will know that this is approximately the 5 millionth time I have joined a gym. I can almost hear you all simultaneously screaming "For the love of Mary NOT AGAIN!"
YES AGAIN.
Why Vicki? But Why? Because I'm bonkers that's why. I kind of miss the gym. Well not the GYM itself but I like doing weights. It hasn't stopped raining here for what seems like an eternity and I am getting cabin fever because I haven't been able to walk.
"Why don't you do one of your 10 exercise DVDs that are gathering dust in your TV cabinet then" I hear you lecture annoyingly in my face.
BECAUSE THEY ARE SHIT & I HATE THEM. SHUT UP.
I have a lounge room roughly the size of a public toilet cubicle and I feel like a total dick bouncing around it in my favourite pair of hubby's old boxer shorts, sweating & grunting like a porn star.

 

So anyways, the gym I joined in on my way home from work and has no contracts so it won't be an issue when I decide (once again) that I've had a gutfull and I've decided that my new exercise obsession will be something like underwater scuba diving pilates. This gym is one of those 24/7 gyms where at certain times of the day there isn't anyone actually manning the fort. There IS a panic button on the wall which I'm sure will be fine when some massive hairy steroid junkie bloke decides to attack me with a 10kg barbell.

I decided to go on Sunday arvo as I was feeling icky because I was slack and didn't go to the SSS training session early Saturday morning. (I slept in). When I arrived at the gym there were 3 others there and I jumped on the treadmill & quickly set about destroying my ear drums with some nice soothing music like The Vines & Living End. After 15 minutes I finished & turned around.

I turned off my headphones. ...... you could have heard a pin drop. I was totally alone.

This was a very freaky feeling. I felt like I was in that movie 28 days later when the bloke wakes up & everybody in the world is gone. I was totally waiting for some zombies to jump out from behind the lat pull-down machine. The TVs on the wall wouldn't work either which made it even creepier because it was so quiet. *chills*

It felt like I had broken in. I was tempted to run around the gym doing a little dance ala Christopher Walken in the Weapon of Choice film clip but I noticed the cameras mounted on the wall.

Instead I continued with my workout BUT without my earphones in just in case some big burly dude wanted to sneak up behind me & grab my boobs.

How YOU doin'?

I do feel good for getting back into the gym again. I like this gym because it is really really simple (like me). It doesn't have classes which suits me because I hate group fitness classes.

It does have boxing classes though which I might give a crack. I just want to get in, do my shit & get the hell out.

PUMP IT BABY.