Saturday morning (today), my elder brother woke up pretty early preparing to work out and exercise just like he always do on the weekends. He took his bath, ate something light and arranged everything he'll be needing inside a small but convenient brown bag. Just before he stepped out of the house, he glanced at me one last time before coming over to wake me up , convinced I was just lazing about on the bed instead of honing my body and taking my health seriously. It took me about 20 minutes before I was fully awake and another 10 to comprehend what he was saying. I am not one for something so stressful as working out and normally I would immediately turn down his offer just like I always do but there was just something about how serious about me going felt like if I don't, I might just come down with a life threatening illness.
After some intense convincing, I decided to go with him but outrightly told him not to expect much as this was basically my first time. He waited for me to bath and get ready as he already knows that I'd opt out if he is not around to drag me there. At around 6:47 am we were already at the location and my brother told me we were starting off with some light jogging and just like that I knew I was going to regret going with him. I joined him stretching for like 10 minutes before we started jogging and I kid you not, there was nothing light about that exercise. I initially thought the jogging was going to be just us two brothers but boy!!! was I wrong. Apparently it was an unwritten for everybody to jog together once the last person arrives which happened to be us thanks to me.
The jogging felt like hell and I was only able to go about halfway before running back to the workout centre to wait for the rest of the crew's return. They all came back an hour later sweating like they all went out to fight for their lives. Next they engaged in aerobics. It all looked easy at first until it felt like they were not stopping anytime soon. The squatting almost destroyed my entire legs, I had to completely stop right there as it was very much a certainty that if I had continued, he was definitely going to be giving me piggy back home.
They kept at it for hours, bringing out the big guns in the form of dumbbells and heavy weight lifting all while I watched from the sidelines. To be honest they all looked pretty good but this life was not meant for me. I volunteered to take them pictures after they are done which I did even though it did not turn out the way I had hoped.
When we got home I told my brother never to convince me into such activities ever again as I could barely feel my legs after finding my was to the bed.
The experience was fun but it is not something I hope to go through ever again. This is my last time at any form of exercise. The one I am going through from T.Pain is already eating away at my lifespan I don't intend on adding a suicide mission to it
Thank you.