In tribute to budgets, George Osborne etc etc, I thought I’d write a post on value for money.
I went to the gym for the first time in over 8 months yesterday.
I am the kind of girl who used to gym 4 times a week before Gem arrived and even with being preggers, I was attending spinning classes until my belly got in the way.
I not only love the gym because of the physical effects, it gives me quality me-time and allows me to chump on that apple crumble every now and again in a guilt-free fashion.
Anyway, I digress!
Back to my gym experience yesterday – I decided to attempt an hour on the treadmill with Gem in the attached crèche which is in the building.
On paper, this all seems fine.
However, I totally underestimated how emotional I’d be leaving her with new people and so as I dropped her off, I had a lump in my throat.
After being more or less pushed out of the creche by Jen – the lady who was to look after Gem for the hour – to go for my workout I hit the treadmill.
I tell you – for the first half hour, I almost fell off the treadmill every time someone approached me in fear that Gem had exploded in a fit of tears and I was being summoned to exit the building with my child.
Combining this level of worry with not actually having done any exercise for 8 months was an exhausting experience and I was drenched in sweat by the end of the session.
A few highs from this hour:
– At some point on the treadmill, I realised that if no one from the creche had come to get me, Gem was fine and needed times like this to develop her independence
– I do love a good gym playlist so once I eventually settled down, I was able to sing along to some Rihanna in a breathless fashion
– It was great to go on the powerplate again as I wasn’t able to use this from when I found out I was pregnant. All that vibration isn’t good for the baby apparently.
– My mission to get Michelle Obama’s arms is seriously on detour as my arms were like jelly after trying the plank for a few seconds. However, I was able to attempt some version of the plank, which is no bad thing I guess.
By the time I ran back down to the creche after the hour, Gem had played with other kids and seemed to be getting loads of attention from Jen.
In summary, we will be doing it again.
My nerves will settle after a while and I’m hoping I can cut down the need to wear spanx on spanx after a few sessions.
£4.50 per hour for the creche and definitely worth every penny.