It’s been a busy couple of weeks moving and renovating the new gaff but tonight was the night I hit up my new gym which happens to be a 3 minutes walk from the property. I had already scoped the place out last week with my 9 month old daughter in hand. We both were impressed, the place was certainly a step up from my current saw dust on the floor, rusty dumbbells - current gym. Huge weight section, sauna, swimming pool and the rest.

I haven’t trained in 2 weeks, busy repairing my DIY mistakes, I have the thirst of a mad man to get back lifting heavy things. An hour before hand I have a pre workout meal of white rice, chicken breast, peppers and red cabbage, the whole time I focused on what I was going to accomplish in my new iron den. 15 minutes the meal was crushed and I injected test p, mast e and a ml of test aqua and readied myself for war.

After downing a electrolyte filled water I entered my new place of worship to be greeted by the receptionist, damn I forgot to sign up. Skimmed through the paper work as I could feel the anticipation of the up coming workout building up in me, leg day was on the menu.

The receptionist then mentions a medical, okay no big deal let’s have it out then I’ll smash the weights. We stroll past the lifting area and my imaginary lat syndrome starts to play up into a small box room where the medical will take place. At this point I’m ready to burn the place to the ground and lift anything in sight, the thought of sitting down and filling out more laborious paper work is killing me. Paper work completed and the gym instructor/medical professional pulls out a blood pressure monitor.. let’s get this show on the road so I can crack on with chest and arms.. I mean legs.

Long story short after 3 tests I’m averaging 167/97 with a resting heart rate of 110 something. I was blow away and now an honourable member of the hypertension Stage 1 crew. I knew preworkout Injectibles shot up BP but seeing it for myself had me worried and so was the gym instructor, with a grim look on her face informed me she wasn’t going to allow me to train with this reading and she’ll be writing a letter to my doctor. No way, I’ve been thinking about this moment more than a virgin thinks about handing in their v card. You can’t send me home with out a pump?! Well she did.

Arrived home, deflated and pumpless.. I had spoken to the Mrs on the phone who already had my BP monitor out and we rechecked, still high but it fall falling. 4 hours later and my BP looking better at 131/86. I’ll be carrying my BP monitor to work tomorrow and be testing throughout the day, the stress of the move would have some share in the blame but I’m ditching the electrolyte powder, stopping the test aqua, as always making sure to keep water intake high and diet clean. Just started a course for the ebc, BP has been perfect in the 5/6 odd months I’ve been checking it with my BP monitor (get one if you haven’t, it’s £30 odd well spent) so with a few adjustments I’ll get back in good levels ready to hit single digit bf%.