It's Friday, and that can only mean one thing. We should be celebrating the small things.
I've been going to the gym for about 2 years. It's something that I'd been wanting to do for a while, but thought I was far too unfit to go. I assumed that the gym would be full of beefcakes pumping iron, grunting, and flexing their muscles in front of the mirror. How wrong I was. Don't get me wrong; these beefcakes do exist, but they're in the minority. The majority are 'normal' people, and by that I mean people who just want to get fit so they go to the gym, do a but of a workout, have a bit of a chat, and generally don't take it too seriously.
I go with my mum, and we try to motivate each other. We have both lost weight since starting, but that wasn't our main intention in going. We just wanted to increase our fitness levels.
At the gym, there's a horrible machine called the cross-trainer. For those of you who haven't used one before, it's a machine you stand on, and you kind of slide your legs forwards and backwards, and move your arms as well.
By the way, that's not me in that image (although I wish it was!). I use this dreaded machine because it's supposed to be good for you, ha! You can set various information on the nifty little computer screen, such as level of workout. For the past couple of months I've been doing 30 minutes at level 4, on the various pre-set profiles, but today I thought I would increase the difficulty to level 5. I got to about 26 minutes and wanted to give up. My legs ached, I was sweaty, I couldn't breathe. But I pushed through. I know it was only 4 minutes, but they were some of the toughest 4 minutes of my life!
So this week I am celebrating the fact that I didn't give up, and that I managed 30 minutes at level 5. Yay me!