The ironic thing about working out at the gym is that it never gets easier as you get stronger. What it gets is exponentially harder.
I mean, I sort of understand why that is so. You can’t get stronger unless there is enough exertion. There’s no point in working out if it’s going to be a walk in the park.
But where is the motivation if you never get to feel stronger because your weights increase every session even before you can feel your strength difference?
I guess there’s only one way to feel motivated: Looking good at the gym.
Even when I feel like keeling over, I can take comfort in the fact that if I really do keel over, at least I’d look good doing it.
I put a lot of care in selecting my gym outfits. I even have two different pairs of gloves to match different outfits. The gloves, by the way, aren’t purely vanity items.
I realised that I needed gloves after working with hardcore weights that attempted to burn holes through my skin.
Need to protect the little hands.
So, the workouts that I hate the most, in no particular order:
I’ve mentioned this before. I’m mentioning it again because my trainer enjoys making me do them.
He’d be like, “OKAY~! Now, your favourite exercise! Woohoo!”
And I’d go, “Hey, I just remembered I have a meeting to go to!”
My lunging expressions:
Lunges are totally evil, I swear. Just like Eric Goh.
See the evil-looking red padded thing just above my feet? I’m supposed to lift it with my feet (or thereabouts). It weighs about the same as a HDB flat.
Before leg extensions:
After leg extensions:
This is like a frozen grimace, an expression I practise a lot while working out. It means “I just died and this is my dying expression frozen for posterity”.
Unfortunately, leg extensions don’t actually make our legs longer.
Fortunately, we’ve only done this twice so far. I hope I won’t be scheduled for it anymore within this millennium.
This is a lot harder than it looks!
It is a billion times harder than it looks. Cos you have to balance yourself on the ball while doing crunches, and the balancing act alone is harder than normal crunches.
This was the first time I did it and I hate it already.
Eric had to hold me in place because I kept rolling off the ball. Haha.
Look of abject misery disguised as false bravado:
(I meant on my face, not on Eric’s face, of course. Eric looks gleefully wicked, as always.)
To make up for giving me three of my most hated exercises all within a day, Eric offered me some verbal motivation at the end of day.
“You did well today! Very impressed with your handling of weights and your control!” he said.
Well, tell that to my dead muscles!!!
To be honest, though, I think I am getting stronger. I’ll tell you why next time.