I therefore managed to convince myself that at precisely the moment i turned 30 my metabolism had turned on me and i was going to need a whole new wardrobe if i didn't act fast.
So as i've previously mentioned my bike had the cobwebs dusted off it and i braved the traffic but i still felt that this wasn't drastic enough action. It was then that i heard about the Powerplate and people's war story crys of "my god it hurts", " it's like 2 hours of toning in 25 mins" and thought i've got to get me some of this!
With my lycra armour on and inhaler in hand i booked in for a session and wow was it tough. Genuinely these things are like evil machines sent to make you have a whole new respect for 60 seconds but you've got to assume it's doing you good.
All this aside, the most interesting thing about the whole experience is the last 3 minutes, as this is the "massage" part. Picture the scene: your muscles are aching, you're relieved that it's nearly over and you're feeling pretty damn pleased with yourself. The instructor tells you to sit on the edge of the plate, with your legs wide, and they press the massage function button... Now i'm not going to give you a female anatomy lesson but lets just say that it hits a certain spot that you don't expect to hit in a brutal exercise class. But you know what, I just like to think it's the machine-bots way of saying "well done..."
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