Wednesday, March 24, 2010

crunched to death

I went to the gym today. And decided none of that namby pamby cardio for me, I’m going to do some weight training.

Okay, the weight training was triggered off by some serious weight gain issues. I’ve been eating like a bloody pig that’s been on ecstasy and dancing all night. Bheja, biryani, rum and coke have been my staple diet for two weeks.

And anyway, I’m thinking what’s the big deal. I do yoga. I do belly dancing. Dude, I can crunch my stomach anytime.

So I land up at the gym bright and early at 7am. Secretly hoping it will be empty. But a mind boggling number of nut jobs are already there, fully into it.

So I gather my courage and step into the ring, with my trainer for company. The rest is all a lesson in complete humiliation. She’s yelling at me the whole time, bitch. I would have joined the army if I wanted someone screaming into my ear, “ Go, go, go, kill yourself, pick that weight, now lift your arms, look straight, chin up, oh yes, you can, even if you die.”

Every single person around knew this was my first time. Because I looked like roadkill. I could barely get myself off the ground by the time it was over. I was staggering up and down the stairs, my vision blurring over with sweat and pain as the trainer bounced along and yelled, “ Run faster baby faster...”


Who the fuck are you calling Baby lady? And get your screaming face off my ear, before I bite it.

Nope, I didn’t say anything liked that. I was too wiped out, too beaten to even whimper. So at the end of it all when she barked see you on Friday morning, all I could say was, “thanks, I’ll be there.”

And now, some strange muscles in my stomach hurt. And my arms have died, and left my body. I shall be having a condolence meeting this evening for the said body parts. With butter bheja and rum and coke for company.

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I'm Nu said...

1sst !!

I'm Nu said...

well laughed throughout...okay okay barring the painful part about you :P I just love the way you play with words and put the simplest of incidence with such a vigour..good baby good ;) LOL..*runs away before you can hit me*

okay add some vanilla slice to your rum and a little thumbs up ! it's rock !!

Flickering Cursor said...

Eloquent as ever AGG. And yeah, trainers secrete sadomasochistic hormones when they work their muscles. same story, any gym.

Anita :) said...

I laughed at each and every line of it... especially in that 'baby' part..!! Baby!! LOL...ROTFL.

well i am there for the condolence meeting. ..cos,

U are sooo much fun, BABY!!!

The Cloudcutter said...

I'm giving the trainer your blog url.

The knife said...

Weight issues, you? I thought i had cracked who you were. Back to the drawing board I guess

Sangfroid said...

How you doing 'baby'? :P

And when my trainer was told the reason about my long absence, rather disappearance, from the gym - it was Red Label on the rocks!

I'd chuck it for Rum n Coke too :)

Rashmi said... man, this reminds me so much of that monster i had to bear with when i was (err was???) dealing with my weighty issues.

moonlite:D said...

condolence with bheja, butter, rum & coke,,
take care Baby!!

Tamanna Mishra said...

ROFL! they are all the same dude.. oh sorry.. baby :P but few can write like u!

ani_aset said...

aww lifting weights the first time does that to you :).. if you plan to do weights be regular BABY LOL!! :)

Small Miracle said...

hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhaahhaha....u r maddddddddddddddddddddddd!!!