Story telling...

I have been less active in blogging during the passed one, or two weeks. First was the really hectic baking schedule for CNY, then was CNY, followed by me being sick. Back to work last week and was really busy, no way I can "multi-task" at work.

By the way, there is this thing that I thought is not progressing quite well and I've started to work on plan B. Then, this original plan seems to progress and looking quite good (IF all happens according to plan). So, it's hard to follow through plans sometimes, and not to mention extremely difficult to make certain dicisions at times. Lets see how it goes.

Last night was my first day back at gym after my long break. At office earlier the day, I told Carebear that I was lazy and didn't feel like joining BC, just wanted to do BP. She suggested treadmill before BP and I thought that was a brilliant idea. Later, I stepped into gym early enough for BC, and guess what? Couldn't resist a full hour of workout, so decided to join the class anyways, even though no gym buddies (unless I count those friends of mine who were standing far away from me). By the way, why did I think I saw "Jackson" under the BP timeslot when I walked in? Strange. But of course Carebear was torturing us last night, whoops I mean teaching us.

BC is so much more enjoyable for me lately. No more tests, yay! I thought that's the way classes should be, maintained at that high standard - clear instructions, good cueing and with great encouraging energy. Anyways, the mic was not functioning last night. Or rather say, was not functioning for the combat master (or even the BJ instructor before him) because it was okay when Carebear had it later. But even without the mic, the class actually went very smoothly. I am not the type of member who can remember choreo, at least not for BC since I've never been really into BC, so without verbal instruction, I really had to pay full attention to teacher's physical gestures. Now you can imagine how relieved I was for not having left-right-mixed-up cueing right? Class was great, though I don't remember doing some of the tracks, I think they were all time favorite. I also spotted someone familiar, sorry I had stared at you a few times (I found out that the person WAS who I though she was).

BP was the one I had been worrying about the whole day. Like Carebear said, the strength simply slips away if we stop attending class for just a short while. I started off maintaining my weights for warm up and squat. The overhead presses were already killing me during warm-up. Squat was manageable since I had loads of rest, so energy level quite okay. I started reducing weights from chest track. Reduced 1kg but still was screaming in agony! Phantom of The Opera! Reminded me of PT, was one of his regular tracks when he was still teaching BP. The part that really got into you would normally be the part with numerous non-stop singles (how many exactly?) towards the end. If you watch the theatre, that would be the scene where Phantom actually coaxed Christy to sing, continuously leveling up on her key. So instead of "sing my angle" which was the script of The Phantom, we got "MORE! MORE!" from the instructor who was torturing us. All the same yeah? Haha...

I really tried to convince myself to go back to my usual back track weights, but knowing the instructor in crime, I would be very surprised if there were no either 6 clean and presses, or many many deadrows etc. So, settled with 7kg, ok, just half a kg lesser, and I regretted big time for not reducing to only 6kg. Then later, wanted to really reduce weight for triceps, but teacher said the track was short and we should challenge with ourselves with our weights, okay lah which means (sounded to me) that I could just maintain my normal 5kg. But, OMG!!! So many pull overs! I nearly break my arms! Geeezzz...

And of course my most feared biceps track, regardless what, no matter how, 3.5kg will be my permanent and forever and ever weight. Still, I wished I had reduced it to 2.5kg. Eye of The Tiger. Arghhh...

Luckily I had a delicious banana and choc chips muffin to end my night. Considered a sweet happy ending. Thanks so much for the treat! It was really nice :).

btw, why is my spell check function not functioning? pls escuse mai spellin mestakes becaose i hafe bean relaying on it all tis whaile.