Who joins the gym for a free bag? Seriously.
I’m actually asking.
Do you make your gym decision on who is offering the coolest tog bag?
This was me a week ago.
This is me now.
“So, if I come 16 times in 8 weeks, I get a free bag?”
I don’t even know what it looks like, but it’s incentive. It’s a small, yet achievable goal. I may not have lost much in terms of the saddle bags around my waist, but I’m hell bound on getting this bag.
In terms of the actual training…
Trainer: “You need to keep your elbows close to your body as you pull the weight toward you.”
Me trying hard, but not cracking it.
You see, I have a physical deformity that prevents elbow straight backward movement.
I have boobs.
I shove them mercilessly into two sports bars.
They flatten out, but they have to go somewhere.
They go sideways.
Like squashed balloons.
This means, that the elbows-in position requires me to go around the obstruction rather than through it.
So, I have to do a rather strange out-in elbow movement.
And then my shoe decided that 10 years of abuse was quite enough, thank you, and decided to peel away its layers like an onion.
A Nike that couldn’t just do it.
A Nike that just wanted to be left alone to die in peace in the depths of my shoe box.
I cheered myself up by buying a new pair. They’re snazzy, but they’re not pink leopard print snazzy like the old pair. They’re discrete and serious gym wear. I feel like a total fraud. Probably the same way I’d feel if I had to wear a pair of Louboutins.
But, I’ve got my new shoes on and a bag waiting with my name on it.