Frenchie's first ever blog.

Welcome everybody, to this my first ever blog. There will be laughter, tears, anger, but above all...there will not be...dancing. That's it, no fancy moves here. Fancy move fans...move on!!



What does one write on their firstblog. As we all know the first one of anything sucks. Our first tongue kiss...wet. First time sex...wet. Not to mention awkward.

A couple of months ago I taught my first 'fat loss' class at a gym where I was doing training for my personal training certificate. I had a plan, we're gonna do this, then we're gonna do this, then we're gonna...and so on. Well, up in the class, I had everything laid out, I had the motivational music, I had the weights, the spin bikes, the stop watch. I had cones and jump ropes and step-up step type things. You name it, it was there, and then, I looked up and there was my class, all there to burn fat and lose some weight. Deep breath...here we go.

I had them running, jumping, cycling and skipping. They were doing press ups, star jumps, sit-ups, burpees...yes, burpees. Half way, right everyone, check your heart rate, remember we want to keep our heart rates at 70% of our maximum for maximum fat burn. Thats about 140. Right, what have we got? Then I look into each of their bright red, sweaty half dead faces. As each one in turn calls out...190...185...170..196. I mean holy shit our max is 220. Well folks the rate we have to avoid is zero. Okay, right, moving on. Needless to say we finished the class, nobody died and everyone went about their everyday lives and lived happily ever after. Well obviously not, everyone went back to their same old lives with their same old problems, but they all left with one thing in common, an undying hatred for their brand new trainer. All this to say that our first time usually sucks, and reading back, this appears to be no exception.