Jo gives circuit training a go
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Like most women, I joined my local gym in a frantic, post Christmas ‘fatty’
freak out. I signed up to a discount fitness centre (less buff, ‘gym bunny’
types) close to my flat (less walking involved).
After last year’s ‘no carbs’ fiasco in which I almost lost my
boyfriend, all of my friends and my job due to a hunger induced, uncontrollable
fury,
I decided that eliminating the foods I love just wasn’t going to cut it for me. I would eat in moderation, and work- out five days-a-week. This lasted for all of three weeks before minor laziness set in. I had previously attended gym classes with a friend, who moved to Amsterdam to start a new job. Following her departure, working out became boring and repetitive with no one to chat to on the treadmill, or for that matter, come round at 8.30a.m, prise you from your bed and guilt trip you into your gym gear.
I decided that eliminating the foods I love just wasn’t going to cut it for me. I would eat in moderation, and work- out five days-a-week. This lasted for all of three weeks before minor laziness set in. I had previously attended gym classes with a friend, who moved to Amsterdam to start a new job. Following her departure, working out became boring and repetitive with no one to chat to on the treadmill, or for that matter, come round at 8.30a.m, prise you from your bed and guilt trip you into your gym gear.
This gym offered the luxury of booking online gym classes, and
after a glass of wine too many one night (not on the diet plan) I signed up for
five consecutive classes, a different one each day in an attempt to break the
emerging, monotonous pattern in my workout routine. Clicking and selecting your
class, you can view how many other gym members are attending and usually this
is a maximum of ten. I’ve always fancied circuits so I signed up for an hour
long session the following day.
When I arrived, wandering around the gym as though I had just
entered a foreign land, my lost demeanour attracted a trainer who informed me
that he was taking the class. Obviously, I was the only one who had turned up.
I now had the option of going ahead with the class I was surprisingly looking
forward to or just getting on with my regular workout (he didn’t want me to
feel uncomfortable), in my eyes, it was a little late for that.
For those of you who don’t know, circuit training is a type of
endurance training, designed to help you sustain a more cardio vascular
demanding workout for a longer period of time. The idea is you take a group of
exercises usually tailored for your A. problem areas (bum, thighs etc) and B.
ability level. You work your way round the circuit spending a short burst of
time on each exercise and on to another in rapid movement.
The benefits of this include very little use of gym equipment
which means you can do it at home if you can’t afford/ don’t have time to go to
a fancy gym, it is structured to provide a whole body workout and you don’t
feel intimidated because you are working in a group (usually). In fact many
sports use circuits in resistance training because it can be tailored to
work various areas of the body applicable to any particular sport. Most
importantly for me, you really work up a sweat, which may not be to everyone’s
liking, but I don’t really feel like I have worked out unless I return from the
gym panting, sweating and unable to climb the two flights of stairs to my
apartment in less than an hour and a half.
Six rounds of bench dips, press ups, shuttle runs, tricep curls
and then what quickly became my exercise nemesis... squats on top of a balance
trainer. This piece of equipment looks like an inflated stability ball often
seen in Pilates classes, but cut in half so that one side is flat. The idea is
you squat whilst balancing at the same time. This actually became my favourite
exercise in the circuit, until I fell, face first onto the suspiciously pleased
looking trainer.
Following our involuntary one- on- one circuit session, I woke up
the next again day unable to move but feeling proud of my muscular pain (which
I later had to take Ibuprofen to combat), I really felt as though I had had a
proper workout. What’s more I went back the following week, to my surprise and
delight I had a few acquaintances this time round, which made the experience
much easier and less of a challenge, particularly seeing the same faces each
week.
So I’ve conquered circuits, what’s next? Spinning... and I’m not
looking forward to it!
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