Gym junior care

I got so p#ssed off at gym yesterday.  For the first time ever I took all three the boys with me.  Our gym offers a junior care where younger kids can stay while you gym.  You sign them in and there’s an adult who looks after them.

I signed the three boys in although I didn’t expect Quintus to stay long.  Zander walked in all happy and I told him I was going to leave.  He was fine with it.  He looked at me and said “Oooooookay” .  I waited a while longer and made sure he was fine before I left.

Not long before Quintus joined me and we had a good time exercising together.  I walked back to fetch Zander and Jason and found Zander standing with his head pressed up against the glass door, crying.  I picked him up and asked the lady how long he has been crying.  Her answer of course “only once he saw you”  Yeah fucking right.  That’s why my child is out of breath and has tear streaks running down his face.

I was too upset to even take it up with management.  I will though.  They should not offer a service if they can’t deliver.  What kind of adult woman would let a child stand there and CRY, without trying to console him and not call his mother?  His mother that’s just there.  In the same building.  Who can be called via intercom.  Flip man.  Not proper that.

For such a long time last night he kept saying “Ek Mammie soek” how he was looking for me.

Again.  Don’t offer a service….which we obviously pay for by paying our gym fees and then treat a child like that.  I will never leave my kid there again.  Ever.

 

Exposed nerves

I feel as though all my nerves are exposes.  Anxiety is a horrible thing.  All my nerve endings are in overdrive.  Everything I experience today feels as though it is multiplied by a zillion.  I feel nervous and generally not myself.

I finally renewed my gym membership today.  I haven’t been to the gym in ooohhhhh forever three months.  I can’t believe it’s been three months!  I’m pretty sure I’ll feel a bit calmer once I’m at the gym and getting rid of some of my cropped up emotion or whatever it is that is making me feel like something bad is going to happen.   That is of course if I actually manage to breath once I’m back on the step machine.

 

 

Speed up your time is running out

Oh to live in Africa.

Tonight I finally dragged my ever growing ass own self back to the gym.  Nothing like having an emotional build-up to get me into the gym.  Exercise is like a drug to me.  I’m not dependent on it but when I need it, it sure knows where to hit the spot.

I ran 3km (not bad considering the last time I ran was in April last year) before the gym was informed that we might be without power within the next 10 minutes.  I wanted to speed up so that I could run further however I feared serious injury and got off the treadmill.  I figured cycling when the power goes out, must be safer.  Thank goodness I did, cause it wasn’t long after that our plug was pulled. 

It’s so interesting to see how this has become part of our lives now.  There was no real reaction by the other members at the gym…well me neither since I just kept on cycling lol People were either cycling in the dark or just putting back the weights and walking out.  No problem.  Just another part of our daily lives that we are getting used to.

This cannot be right.

 

Gym

This week has been stressful to say the least.   All round very stressful. 

Work is hectic.  My dad and I both have this ’system’ where the documents are put on certain areas of our desk depending on how urgent it is.  I don’t have that anymore. My entire desk is one big mountain.  The mountain has also grown into overgrown forests next to my desk.  Zander battles to make his way around my desk to me.  Kinda like a file maze I would think if you are his height.

Home life is — uhm — stressed. 

I haven’t been to the gym all week.  I haven’t slept well all week.  Quintus had revue school concert every night the entire week, coming home after 9 at night.  Very late for a little person. 

Tonight though I went to the gym.  Yes. On a Friday night.  The start of a long weekend.  I feel loads better.  Loads.

I obviously NEED exercise.  It’s like needing yucky medicine to feel better.  I need to put myself through hours at the gym to feel better.