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I've been working in London on a temporary basis, but I had my immigration visa straightened up before I left Durban. Living in London is a dream come true. It's better than it was at home. On some days, I miss the humid, hot climate of Durban, but being busy for the past six weeks has entirely distracted me from it. Lord Brown's historic English mansion is being renovated. Despite this, he has been one of the most difficult clients to work with. I've never had such a pretentious old windbag who can't seem to figure out what he wants from day to day. In my fifteen years in the industry, I've never had anything like this.
I'm not moaning about the money; it's when he can't make up his mind that it makes me want to rip out my hair. I've been renting at the Bezier apartments in London in order to acquire a house. It's a fantastic spot to stay, and the view is breathtaking. So, now that I live and work in London, I have to admit that I adore it. Today is Friday, and the first signs of spring have arrived in London. I don't dislike the rain at all.
It's 3 p.m., and I've just driven out to the HardBody's gym, leaving my business partner Charles to finish our assignment at Lord Brown's estate. Tracy Peters, one of my gym buddies, joined me and we changed our clothes before doing 25 minutes of warm-ups on the treadmill and then moving about the gym's weight room. I've been here for about two months and have yet to find a good Crossfit facility to join. The correct Crossfit gym can make a big difference. It is the atmosphere of a certain gym that gives it life.
But in the meantime, I've visited a few Crossfit gyms but haven't found the one yet. But for now, a normal gym will do. I worked out a whole hour with Tracy then afterward she gone home to her own husband and kids where I kept going for a whole nother hour and a half. I drove home after I nice shower at the gym when I pass a Crossfit gym I've missed somehow. Called "Old Joe's Crossfit" center. I walked inside and it looks like the place I've been looking for. It has the vibe, the music, and the nice people that make the place even better. I've met up with Clive Clarkson the owner and we chatted for a bit and I signed up. He was having a class in ten minutes and I got my gym bag from my car and change quickly. The class start and the intermediate class members are having a hard time keeping up with Clive and me.
'Good work Nadine, you clearly have done this before.' He spoke to me after class.
'Yes, I have back in South Africa. I work six hours a day and train four hours a day in the gym and then also Crossfit.' I let him know.
'So you've already worked out today then?' He asked really intrigued.
'Yes, I've just came from Hardbody's gym from a two and half hour session on the treadmill and weights.'
'Fuck, you're a freak.' He joked.
'Thank you. I just like the high it gives me and the results are not bad either. I'm an interior designer you see and being fit helps me do my daily job better.'
'Well stick with this and you might be even better than "Karin Davidsdottir" one day really soon.'
'That would be nice sir and all but I'm only doing this to feel better. I've been overweight all my life and now I have this new lease on life so to speak and I can't get enough of it.' I smiled at the nice middle-aged man.
'Whatever you decide stick with it your doing great. Maybe next week we try and get you into the more advanced classes and see how you will keep up.' He suggests.
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CrossFit Loving(Complete)
General FictionA famous interior designer and secrete fitness junkie, immigrating from Durban, South Africa. She took a high-level job in London. By day she is Nadine Van As a well paid interior designer. By night she's a fitness junky. She just loves the high it...
