I tried a new gym on Saturday and man am I sore today. I am walking around like I sat on the business end of a broomstick. Needless to say it didn't take too much creativity to poke(ha ha) some fun at Nathan. It is all for a good cause, a healthier me. The last time I was this sore, it was largely in part due to an English-accented weight room devil named Paul Disbury. Paul has a magical power to convince you to do things you know you shouldn't do. He would somehow convince you to do 10 more lbs, 10 more times for 10 minutes than you had planned on doing. Then he would torture you while you did it with comments like,  "Let's do negatives!" or "Hold the last one" or "That isn't your sex face is it?". It was all in good fun, and I think part of the pleasure for Paul is at the pub later when we cursed him with every step.

Well this new gym would do Paul proud. I have been looking into it for a while and waited until after the new year because it is not the cheapest. I went for my introduction class and was not disappointed. To give you an idea of the caliber of the class, one of the female instructors was demonstrating pull-ups for us when her shirt came up a bit and showed a bit of a spare tire. The other instructor leaned over and told us that she was about 3 months pregnant. Great. I can't do one pull-up and she is lifting two people. I imagine these would be the same workouts Paul would come up with if you gave him a few rudimentary tools and asked him to create a torture, I mean exercise program.

I will certainly be heading back, as soon as I can walk. You can read about the theory of the gym at Crossfit, or you can read about my gym at www.atomiccrossfit.com.

I give you the Crossfit mascot, Pukie the Clown.

Updated: They posted several pics of me!