As I mentioned in the previous Fillet, after an interesting, instructive and engaging night spent not sleeping, my brother took me to the gym in the morning.
This was the first time I had ever been to a gym.
The trainer out there made us do stretching exercises to warm up. Then he put us on the treadmills for fifteen minutes each. And then he made us do aerobics for fifteen minutes.
Practically three minutes into the aerobics, which started off with skipping, I was gasping for air. The last time I had done any jogging was just before college, three years ago, when I used to go to Kreeda Sthal with Ishaan and Rishi. The intervening years of neglect had taken their toll.
I took a break for about five or ten minutes, and then went back into the fray. By this time, the trainer was making us perform jumping jacks, hopping exercises, and neck stretching- stuff that was more my speed, but still exhausting.
I capped off with forty-five rounds each on two machines- one where you sit and push a plate metal linked to sixty kilos of weights with your feet, and one where you push a metal cylinder, also linked to weights, with the back of your knee.
On these two particular machines, I fared much better, mostly because the college layout is such that I have to walk almost five kilometres a day, and my legs are the only bits of me that get any exercise. However, much to my chagrin, Tarun informed me later that day that a beginner should not go on these machines on any account.
I found out how right Tarun was the next morning, when I woke up to a dull throbbing in both my legs. It was fully twenty-four hours before I could sit or climb stairs without wincing.
In spite of all this, I’m ready to go back. Only I haven’t woken up early enough since then, and I’m always otherwise occupied in the evenings.
I should definitely sleep early tonight and make another visit tomorrow. Otherwise, as Baldy put it, I will confirm myself as a vussie.