Today Michael made me start out on the scale. I really don't like it when he does that. I only let the nurse at the dr's office see my weight. Well I guess that was how it used to be because now Mr. Trainer knows too. However, I could have hugged him. As a matter of fact I did almost hug him. I had to stop myself. Because...I was down 6 pounds in a week and a half. Yes, 6 pounds. Michael says its because of the running and I know he's right so I'm going to have to keep it up.
I needed all of the adrenaline that was pumping because Michael and I went outside after that to run up a long hill. Actually, I ran and he timed me. Funny thing is...I never asked him what my time was. We did that three times and then I had to sprint up a small hill three times. And then we lunged the entire parking lot. Okay...not we...I lunged and he walked and coached me all the way.
We finally got to go inside where there was air conditioning because it is July in Missouri and it is hotter than heck outside. It was time for squats. I almost cried. Actually, I think a tear escaped my eye. I was squatting with weight on my back. And just when I was about to die Michael put his hands behind me and told me that I had to go lower. Can you hear the whining in my voice?
What my readers need to understand is that while I'm enduring this torture and trying to hold this barbell on my back and squat low enough, Michael is smiling. Today he told me I was a good experiment. I've never been compared to a guinea pig before. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Yes, he says I'm an experiment because he tells me to do something and I do it. I guess not all clients work this way. I just want to get healthy and he's the guru so he says squat and I say how low?
We had to do dead lifts next followed by pushups followed by dead lifts followed by pushups followed by dead lifts followed by pushups. More whining. Next we did some arm stuff and another tear escaped. It hurt so bad. Michael's daughter, Amy, had joined us today. She was encouraging me. She is such a sweety. His wife was there too and I told her that if I died today it had been nice knowing her.
And just when you thought you were done lunging for the day because you had lunged the parking lot? Not so much...we lunged in the gym. Amy did it with me. Can I tell you that her legs are really long, she's really young, and she can get her butt to almost touch the floor? It's sick. I am going to try and get my butt that low to the floor. That is going to be a goal of mine. We finished our work out by playing catch with a medicine ball. Michael was standing and I was crunching. My legs are already sore. Really sore. Can't wait to feel what tomorrow brings.
Today's workout was really challenging. Michael has decided we need to take it to the next level. I'm scared, but lovin every minute of it!
Oh and now I'm down here in Columbia for a few more days...stopped in Concordia on the way and had a nice ice cream cone at this little dive. Michael, my blood sugar was dropping...I had to do something...iz all good!
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