Not goodbye ago, extra recently than I care to confess, I became a fully-fledged, T-shirt-wearing member of the HIIT cult.
In other phrases, the type of person I used to make amusing of.
Like many unsuspecting sufferers before me, I promptly fell head over heels for the cut and thrust workout routines after my first magnificence. It became love at first sight: music pumping in tandem with my adrenaline, brief bursts leaving you sopping wet in sweat. Soon sufficient, I attended instructions upwards of four, five, and sometimes seven days per week. I’m embarrassed by the percentage I even pulled a double-consultation once or twice (I do not even understand that individual anymore).
But, like many all-eating, ardor-fuelled romantic affairs, it became brief-lived. What goes up needs to come down, and many others. And quickly sufficient, my body and enthusiasm started to weary with each container soar and burpee (of which there have been many).
Fast forward six months and more than one protein shake later, and I turned into well and certainly over it. Ready to grasp up my sweat-soaked towel. Done. Finito.
This, in all likelihood, wasn’t helped, but my brief attention span about exercise, both. To come up with a higher concept of my exercise dedication troubles, I as soon as educated for a half marathon, sooner or later jogging 17km with ease, before all at once determining some weeks out I turned into carried out with the entire lengthy-distance running aspect. One may say I am the Ariana Grande of Exercise: Thank You, Next. (If HIIT had taught me, love, strolling had taught me pain).
So it changed into then, in pursuit of my next flame, I stumbled throughout a new, shiny suitor: Reformer Pilates. The meant workout behind some of the nice celebrity bods in the biz, from Meghan Markle to Ashley Olsen, I become simply willing to present it a threat to woo me.
So I signed up for three weeks of training at One Hot Yoga in Sydney’s Potts Point. Perhaps a little arrogant, I predicted to locate it somewhat breezy compared to my standard grind. Alas, my sore abs the morning after my elegance could beg to vary.
