I never thought there was such thing as ‘too much cake.’
This weekend proved my assumption to be very, very wrong.
Coupled with the fact that I’m not allowed to do any exercise on my legs for another week, February is looking very bad for my waistline.
In an attempt to at least stay vaguely on track with my resolution to shape up and do a 5k run, I hit the gym with my mum and resolved to at least work up a sweat in the sauna, if nothing else. As I’m unable to run, cross train, row, or step, my usual approachs to fitness were all out of the window.
Our gym does, however, have one of these:
Now, I’ve always thought of these as a rather pointless form of exercise for someone young and healthy – used only by the older generation looking for something gentler, or on programs like Fat Families for the extremely overweight who perhaps aren’t able to run. But, being as I currently fall into ‘unhealthy’ with my hip, I decided to give it a go.
And now my arms are killing me.
Let it here be known that I take back everything I ever said or thought about arm cycler machine thingies being a rubbish form of exercise. They are hard. My arms ache, and though I wasn’t able to work up a particularly good sweat – on account of my arm muscles screaming at me to stop after about two minutes – I was certainly short of breath.
I really hope my hip hurries up and heals. If I’m limited to using that machine my arms will snap before I burn off all the cake I’ve consumed this weekend!
