Fancy getting a bit hot and sweaty on a first date? Here’s something that’ll really get the juices flowing!
This isn’t sexy time…
I got introduced to Gregor via my housemate. He was a PT and frequent marathon runner and I was my usual “play hard to get” self:
“Hey Gregor! Fancy a date?”
“Hey, I’m happy to do a PT session for you – but it’s not a date.”
Then moments later he raised the stakes;
“So I thought it would be more fun to do a crossfit session.”
“A cross what?!”
“It’s just a bit of weight lifting and a few exercise-“
“It’ll be fun. Just promise me one thing?”
“Promise me you won’t die”
I waited outside Starbucks, a shadow of my former self; nervous and fearful, when out through the crowds he came.
Gregor attempted to make polite conversation as we walked but the nerves had silenced my usual confident persona:
“So you excited Debs?”
“Are you ok – you look a bit pale?”
We reached the crossfit gym and were introduced to our trainer, Brian:
“Hi Debbie, great to meet you. If you could just sign here to check in, it’s nothing big –”
Gregor: “HAHAHA Basically if you die – it means Brian won’t be held responsible”
Brian took us towards the workout equipment and began:
“Now Gregor said about doing a team workout?”
Team?! As in working together and sharing the glory for one anothers achievements?
“No Brian. Let’s make this a competition.”
“Gregor, you ok with that?”
Gregor would be going up against someone who once did a squat and had to be taken to hospital.
And Brian wrote up a selection of exercises that fitted each of our abilities:
“BRIAN!! I’M DOING THREE TIMES THE AMOUNT TO WHAT SHE’S DOING?!”
“Gregor, it works with our body mass’s”
“And how did you work that one out?”
“I have no mass – I am but bone and ambition.”
We took to the rowing machine and my competitive streak ignited:
Gregor was gobsmacked:
“I thought you said you’d never done this before?!”
Whilst Brian showered me with compliments:
“WELL DONE DEBS! LOOK AT THOSE LONG LEVERS GO!”
I finished my lengths in record time
And continued dominating the floor.
After my 2000 (two) squats it was time to tackle the beast. The most dreaded exercise in fitness:
“Right Debs – Burpees.”
“But I can’t Brian!”
“Yes you can! Otherwise Gregor will overtake you.”
I could see Gregor catching up on my astonishing lead, so took a deep breath and went for it.
“Right one’s enough I reckon Brian!”
“No Debbie!! Come on. I believe in you”
But there are somethings that no matter how much motivational shite someone yells at you..
You literally just can’t.
Fortunately Brian was a little biased on who was going to win;
“How many is that now Debs!?!”
“I dunno, like 2,000 I think Brian?”
“Great work! Back to the rowing machine for your last exercise!”
I took my position back at the helm.
Like the future Queen I was born to be:
And finished my circuit in record time as Gregor was only just taking his place on the other machine.
Occasionally offering words of encouragement.
Cost: Free if you win! Fancy training (challenging) Gregor in the New year?! Message here.
“So Gregor, what would you give this date out of 10?!”
“This wasn’t a date!”
Some people can’t handle such a strong, independent water mammal.
Watch out Tokyo 2020.