This week has been painful, this week I joined the gym. From head to toe every muscle is crying in pain and every step I take, every move I make, (Police eat your heart out), I am reminded that this was in fact a bad idea. Sunday night it wasn’t, I was persuaded by the Membership manager that it was an excellent idea and an excellent gym to get back on the exercise horse. “Your body will remember how fit you were” he said, “It will take a few days to adjust” he said and as I sit (lay) on the sofa I think back to my earlier post where I said my memory is poor, and clearly so is my fitness.
It all started with my induction, where I was shown the machines in the gym and given a fitness routine in order to help my fitness status. I arrived home, went to bed and slept like a baby, literally. Tossing and turning I felt my muscles remembering that they hate the gym and they are going remind me everyday I go. I wake up and as suspected, I’d pulled two muscles. So from an induction I managed to sustain an injury… great start.
I do believe that things in life should never be taken for granted. As I reach my final two weeks at my current job and my shift numbers have gone into single figures, I feel I have gained rose tinted glasses, and I have started to think how much I will miss my current role. However, as many of my previous roles, it’s not the job, it’s the people. I’ll miss my bestie, my bosses and the people across the way who treat me to cups of tea.
I make my way to work on a (surprisingly) warm Sunday morning, holding my head up high. As I got to the end of the day I started to realise; this really has been a painful week, my tinted glasses had gone missing and my memory really is poorer than I’d remembered… Let the countdown begin!
8 more shifts to go!
It's a Grad's World After All... 