Keeping things on the small weights

I went to Body Pump last night. True to form, I got there early, which was good because the class was so busy there wasn’t enough equipment for everyone. The hall was pretty crowded, not taking into account the magically enormous berth all participants give the instructor.

I’m not that shy. I have no interest hiding out the back where I can’t keep an eye on what it is he’s doing, so I was front and side yesterday evening. However, I have a problem with there being so many people in the class. I’m not sure why — I think I find it too impersonal.

The irony is part of my reason for doing a weight-training class is to be more sociable, get out there, speak and be spoken to, etc. And I really cannae be bothered to be sociable with that many people, people who already have their own wee cliques that an only-on-a-Saturday-morning Body Pump participant cannot break into.

Body Pump on Saturday morning is only half as full. We’ve got a bloke in the class now, too. I know I’ve become old when I cheerfully eschew going out for drinks on a Friday night so I can make the class the next day. Having paid for a membership probably helps, too.