Health & Fitness
Woman mistakes euphoria of gym class being over for genuine joy
A woman who experience a huge rush of elation at the end of her extortionately priced, excruciatingly painful fitness classes, has realised that they only thing she enjoys about exercise is knowing it will eventually be over.
Rachel Morton, whose weak eyebrows have been a lifelong source of shame, signed up for classes at CHUMP, based in an achingly hip bit of Ealing Broadway’s old bus station, six months ago. Daily, she rises at 4.30am for APOCACHIPS, a 60 minute full body workout which promises to ‘kick your arse so hard, you’ll wish the world was ending’, and combines ritualistic torture with bursts of limb lengthening aquatic dance.
“At first, I’d have a panic attack within the first five minutes of mindful power-kick practice,” wheezed Rachel, who seemed exhausted but chipper, delighted to still be alive.
“But then I started nailing a shot of Sweetened Sauerkraut pre-class, and it really helped focus my thoughts. Primarily on getting through the rest of the session without shitting myself.”
The instructors at CHUMP could not comment on Rachel’s individual fitness journey, because they have never learned her name, instead giving clients motivational monikers like “Doughnut Doug” and “You With The Chins”.
Despite detesting every second spent at CHUMP, Rachel won’t cancel her membership. After letting her initial 10 day free trial lapse, she can’t.
“Apparently it’s in the T & C’s” wept Rachel, who spent our interview crouched in the battered pigeon pose.
CHUMP confirmed, “many CHUMPs date unpredictable humans and work flexible, part time jobs, so we pride ourselves in providing 6 minutes of dependably abusing endurance training.”
“You can’t wait to escape, but you never truly will.”