…and how! I fell out of my gymming routine when my daughter moved to a new school where her reporting time is 6.45am. Going to Gym at 7, ensuring a meaningful workout and trying to get to work on time became a bit of a pain. It’s been a year and half since I have reconciled to the fact that morning walk is the only form of exercise that I could offer my body. But then, one doesn’t take things seriously that cost nothing.
While I was convincing myself that I was doing that best I could in the time available, I was missing my personal trainer Joy, who used to beat the hell out of me. I guess personal trainers are a unique species who get paid to get (some real, physical) work done from their employers. To cut the long story short, effective today he has resumed training me that too in my drawing room. Muscle ache is back and some ligaments are threatening to tear but it feels good!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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