The DHCC
I am a member of the Desperate Housewives Cupcake Club.
A little background: On May 1st (or somewhere around there) I decided that I was done not fitting into my clothes how I used to, done not being as strong as I used to, whatev, so I started working out five days a week again. I do two pump classes a week (both I have to leave at 5:30 AM for, which is still insane even after four years or doing it) and two cardios and I try to fit in one more session of weights, but it's really hard to get a good weight workout in without some crazy hyped up instructor shouting things at you. At least it is for me. I can't make myself work like they do. So I would try, but then this guy in our neighborhood started doing some personal training and also some group training sessions. I tried one out, and it was pretty cool, and so I got three other friends together (originally there were six of us but two had to drop out for various reasons) and so now the four of us do an intense training session together with this personal trainer. We call ourselves the Desperate Housewives Cupcake Club. Even our trainer calls us that (and when he emails, it is to the DHCC, we are in his planner as the DHCC, we are written on the white board as the DHCC, along with NFL (a) NFL (b) ect.).
This name would not be so perfect if 1) It weren't true, but it is and 2) If the session took place at a normal gym, which it doesn't. Gold's Gym is one thing--you see a variety of people there, and while there are buxom girls that are always there and guys that obviously spend a lot of time just pumping iron, most people are kind of in between and just trying to battle the buldge. The gym we go to is a professional gym. Professional as in there are many NFL players there working out in their off season, there are full teams of college athletes, and several professional basketball players. It's a really cool gym--they have very cool equipment that we never see at Gold's (I've heard it's like the "Biggest Loser" stuff) and it's actually very spacious and open with not a lot of people.
So here's how it goes--we march in there, all Desperate Housewives Cupcake Club-ish (you can imagine it, we all have several kids and haven't seen 30 in years, plus it's early and we have lame non-matching workout clothes) and all the professional dudes are jumping really high and far (how do guys that big jump that high?) and the professional girls and doing crazy agility things (today they were jumping on top of tables. from the ground. both legs together.), and the DHCC starts out with some lame-looking jumping jacks and proceeds to our workout, which usually includes a lot of grunting as we struggle to even do a lunge. It's actually quite hilarious to watch, I'm sure. If they were watching. But they're not, because we are so below their radar that it isn't even funny.
And so that's how it is. I train at a professional gym. I am the comic relief. It is what it is.
A little background: On May 1st (or somewhere around there) I decided that I was done not fitting into my clothes how I used to, done not being as strong as I used to, whatev, so I started working out five days a week again. I do two pump classes a week (both I have to leave at 5:30 AM for, which is still insane even after four years or doing it) and two cardios and I try to fit in one more session of weights, but it's really hard to get a good weight workout in without some crazy hyped up instructor shouting things at you. At least it is for me. I can't make myself work like they do. So I would try, but then this guy in our neighborhood started doing some personal training and also some group training sessions. I tried one out, and it was pretty cool, and so I got three other friends together (originally there were six of us but two had to drop out for various reasons) and so now the four of us do an intense training session together with this personal trainer. We call ourselves the Desperate Housewives Cupcake Club. Even our trainer calls us that (and when he emails, it is to the DHCC, we are in his planner as the DHCC, we are written on the white board as the DHCC, along with NFL (a) NFL (b) ect.).
This name would not be so perfect if 1) It weren't true, but it is and 2) If the session took place at a normal gym, which it doesn't. Gold's Gym is one thing--you see a variety of people there, and while there are buxom girls that are always there and guys that obviously spend a lot of time just pumping iron, most people are kind of in between and just trying to battle the buldge. The gym we go to is a professional gym. Professional as in there are many NFL players there working out in their off season, there are full teams of college athletes, and several professional basketball players. It's a really cool gym--they have very cool equipment that we never see at Gold's (I've heard it's like the "Biggest Loser" stuff) and it's actually very spacious and open with not a lot of people.
So here's how it goes--we march in there, all Desperate Housewives Cupcake Club-ish (you can imagine it, we all have several kids and haven't seen 30 in years, plus it's early and we have lame non-matching workout clothes) and all the professional dudes are jumping really high and far (how do guys that big jump that high?) and the professional girls and doing crazy agility things (today they were jumping on top of tables. from the ground. both legs together.), and the DHCC starts out with some lame-looking jumping jacks and proceeds to our workout, which usually includes a lot of grunting as we struggle to even do a lunge. It's actually quite hilarious to watch, I'm sure. If they were watching. But they're not, because we are so below their radar that it isn't even funny.
And so that's how it is. I train at a professional gym. I am the comic relief. It is what it is.