My sister was the one who introduced me to body combat classes at the gym that she goes to, last August. We go every Tuesday night for the 9pm class – yes, I know what you are thinking, WHO THE HELL EXERCISES AT 9PM? Yes, we do. If you have never been for body combat classes, it is 1 hour of sweating, shouting, kicking, punching and generally just behaving like you have someone in mind to kill.
And I generally think of my ex-boss but let’s not go there. Everytime I punch down, I imagine his face and I punch even harder.
Since then, we have been going for a variety of classes every week and my favourite classes are spinning, body combat, pilates and recently I fell in love with Zumba. The teachers for each one of them are strangely different. For spinning, my teacher shouts at us and tell us “to make use of the gym membership and you must turn up the resistance dial because we are there to burn fat! And what did you eat during the weekend? If you even ate fries, I am ashamed of you!”. At this stage, I always look around the class and those who are looking downwards are ALWAYS the ones who ate fries. In Singapore, there are always worse choices than fries, like chicken rice, hokkien mee, curry chicken, nasi briyani, murtubak, char kway teow etc. So I always smile and look straight at her – I DIDN’T EAT FRIES. AND YOU DIDN’T ASK ME ABOUT OTHER FOOD…
My spin teacher is absolutely lean and she wears the smallest shorts that Nike sells. She will tell you that if you don’t turn up the resistance dial, the only person you are cheating is yourself. And sheepishly, all our hands will go towards the knob to turn it up more..
And KW tried 1 spinning class and he gave up.
For body combat classes, our teachers are all super muscular and they can really jump and scream and shout at the same time. Till now, I can only kick slightly above my waist level and any higher, I am sure I am gonna sprain my thighs. Everytime we finish a class, I feel very empowered like I can take you down!Our pilates instructor is totally chill – like ” do what you can, if you can’t, just rest. No pressure.” If you have never done pilates before, and think it is very easy, think again. Your body will tremble like never before and you will wonder why putting your hands out behind you, while you stand, and pressing it up and down in tiny controlled movements can make you breathless.
And zumba makes us feel like we are so groovy. The teacher is always smiling. But the moves are not easy and we have only gone twice so we are not exactly smooth.. Still, after every class, I look forward to the next one.
Things that puzzle me at the gym:
– Everytime we go to the gym, we see all these men who are at the weights section, huffing and puffing away. Till they look like the Incredible Hulk. And they walk around with their protein shakes like it is the most delicious drink on earth. It probably tastes like powder. Yuks. And don’t they get it that it is difficult to buy clothes when you look like an upside down triangle?
And most importantly, girls don’t go for the beefcake look. Or at least not me, my sister nor any of our sane friends.
The whole body weights section smells so heavily of peer pressure, body odour and expectations that are beyond reach. To see each of them egging each other on while secretly holding each other back is hilarious.
– There are these 2 girls in our 9pm tuesday body combat class, that always religiously and meticulously put on make-up after the class. They will really put on fake eyelashes, a ton of blusher, blow out their hair so perfectly, that we wonder – where the hell are you going at 1030pm on a tuesday night? And most importantly, can I come too?
– There are also girls who finish their class, run to the locker, pull out their mobile phones and scroll fanatically through facebook. What? What could have happened in the last 1 hour? And you know what, they are always the ones who go through the motions in class without putting in effort. Why bother then?? Is it so that you can tell your facebook friends that you went to the gym?
We love our classes at the gym – and we do a lot of this there.