Det var en massaker. Vi höll på att börja gråta. Idag är det tredje dagen med träningsvärk - igår hade jag så ont i benen att jag fick ta tag i stolen och lotsa mig ner med händerna när jag skulle sätta mig, och imorse när jag vaknade kunde jag inte sträcka ut armarna ordentligt. Har gått runt som en T-Rex hela dagen. Fy fan. Men det här var bara startskottet! Nu jävlar är det nog!
Okay, I'm not the fittest guy in the world. I don't have a defined sixpack, no pouting pecs, bit of a baby belly, pretty nice legs and not the best stamina in Karlstad. But I've got six months until my training towards becoming a full-time actor starts, so I consider that time to get somehow fit. As an actor you should be able to climb a skyscraper one day and be a professional ballet dancer the other. Time to take my body seriously. When I got a week of free training at SATS on my birthday, I dragged Länn along, who's in a similar shape as me, on bodypump. I didn't know what that was. "You use a bar-bell" Linn said.
It was a massacre. We were on the edge of tears. Today is my third day with muscle fever - yesterday my legs hurt so bad I had to cling onto the chair and pilot my body down everytime I was to sit down. This morning when I woke up I couldn't straighten my arms properly. I've been walking around like a T-Rex the whole day. Damn. But this was just the start of it! I'm getting fit!