Eccl 4:9 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor:
Remember we had resolved to start jogging? Well, wise man Solomon didn’t have the complete picture when he wrote the verse above. See two is better than one even when it comes to indiscipline. When conversations started going something like the one below every day, something had to change:
Mr: So, are we jogging today?
Kellie: I don’t know, do you think we should jog?
Mr: What do you think?
Kellie: Let’s do it tomorrow
Both agree enthusiastically.
So we joined a gym. Truth be told, I’ve joined gym ‘n’ times (where ‘n’ is a number greater than 10), each time quitting after the first aerobics session, but this time I’m determined. So determined, I’ve steered clear of the aerobics hall, opting for the ‘hard core’ gyming.
This is how my first session went:
0 Minute
Mr is already on the treadmill, and I am busy talking and laughing with him. Pretending not to see the instructors.
Both treadmills are in use, and I don’t know how to ride a bike, the fact that this is a stationary one totally lost to me.
5th minute
Mr flags down one of the instructors to take me away.
The instructor wonders why I am not doing aerobics, this is the girl thing to do.
I inform him rather haughtily that I’m quite fit (I forgot to inform him I did the 10k!), my only problem is I need to convert this roll here (grabs tummy) into some firm stuff.
8th minute
The instructor INSTALLS me on one of the stationary bikes, and orders me to cycle for 10 minutes.
Easy stuff!
This is great fun, but it’s sort of painful right at the hip.
By the 8th minute on the bike, I am hoping this is the only leg / hips workout I’m going to have to do, after gym curricular activities included.
19th minute
Just as I’m finishing on the bike, the instructor happens to be wandering nearby and asks me to get on the treadmill (WTH??) and sets it to 20 minutes, asks me to adjust the speed and elevation to a level that’s comfortable.
Not one to slacken, I notice the guy running next to me is at a speed of 8, so I adjust mine to 8.
By the 3rd minute, I’m dying, actually sweating ( I rarely sweat, as my Mom likes to say, I internally combust), but I’m not about to slow down.
At 3.5 minutes, KPLC comes to the rescue. Blackout. Hallelujah!
23rd Minute
I wander around aimlessly, then just as I’m getting on the manual bike to attempt to finish my workout, the power comes back on and I slowly make my way to the treadmill.
24th Minute
The instructor is back, asks how many minutes I’d done before KPLC did one on us, and he seems to have forgotten we were to do 20 minutes cos he sets the tread to 7 minutes. Woop!
‘I will outrun Rudisha’ is back on the tread next to me and of course I have to match his speed so I adjust back to speed 8.
1 minute is a very short time on the microwave, but a hell of a long time when it’s the 7th minute on the tread!
I take a water break, where I weigh in and I’m now 53 kgs down from 55 it’s working glory! (haha!)
32nd Minute
The instructor directs me to some bulky machine that I’m suppose to push with my legs, says it’s supposed to work my thighs.
I’m supposed to do 20 reps.
Halfway I notice it works the gluteal too! WTH? I categorically told the guy not to touch my ass!
I have put alot of effort in growing it to this level, I will not lose even an inch of it! I then notice I’m the only lady in the gym and may not get critical mass to revolt against the trainer so I continue pushing but grudgingly.
36th Minute
The trainer sends me to a machine that works my arms. I do two reps then get bored and go to lift weights randomly.
Will be going back today
The Memoirs 
