So in my latest fitness endeavours, I signed up to another reality-style series to get fit.
The representatives saw my experience on White Collar DXB, and offered the opportunity to be on a new programme, ‘Journey of a Champion’.
It’s a web series sponsored by Betadine, which is owned by Mundipharma. I was on top of the world, another chance to get fit, for free, and on camera!
Now this is the fun part…
What I got told:
I’d be on the series, which documents my progress as a champion of health and wellness.
The show would document the changes to my lifestyle and show the progress I make through fitness and a healthier life. (Fun! Free training, get fit and meet some new fitness pals)
What I didn’t get told:
I’d be training for a triathlon, and competing in one at the end of the three months of training.
(Not so fun, running in lycra, on camera after being beaten in the head by fellow swimmers in open water)
Now, I have never been a cycler, I don’t have much interest in it. Also, I haven’t swum competitively in at least a decade, if not longer.
Overall, triathlons have never been something I’ve aspired to do.
But I’d already signed up, was at the first filming session, so figured it was too late to back out. Plus I’m never one to say no to opportunities to try new things.
I laughed it off and went along for ‘gear fitting’.
The gear fitting
Next thing I know, I’m struggling to fit my chubby legs into what is described as a ‘tri-suit’, which, frankly I call bullshit on.
It’s a body suit. It leaves nothing to the imagination, makes me walk like I’ve shit my pants, and gives my shoulders the look of a German wrestler.
As I’m muttering cuss words under my breath trying to manoeuvre the straps over my shoulders, in between wriggling the legs up over my thighs, I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
“What have I done?” I ask my reflection.
“Don’t worry,” I tell myself, “It will look better in a few weeks when I’m losing weight.”
2005 was a long time ago, and it was then that I last wore a one-piece that was designed for swimming.
No bust support, high cut bikini line, and again, nothing to the imagination, I’m thrilled at the prospect of wearing this little number in front of cameras.
I promptly book myself in for a wax before I’ve even left the change-room.
Bike pants, cycling shoes, and goggle-fittings later, my morale is low, but “ah well.” I sigh – surely I’ll be won over and love triathlons by the end of three months?
Upon reflection, I’ve had my nose punched in, fallen on my back while rock climbing, been weighed, been called obese, tripped over, and worn overalls all on camera, so what’s a bit of lycra then?
I’m doing fitness tests this week, prepare for the updates. I’ll be updating you on my shame.