Exercise take 2

Sorry Amy S., I’ve not blogged in a few days….been really busy.

Well, today was not like I thought it would be at the gym….Lisa and I got there and were walking past the food bar to the restroom before beginning our rigorous routine when I stopped at the bar to ask the new trainer a SIMPLE question.  I asked him what we should be eating to better burn fat and make our workout most effective.  He looked at us and asked us what routine we were doing and we told him.  At that point he looked at us and said, “Come with me.”  An hour and 20 minutes later he dismissed us from his presence.  He proceeded to “work us out” like we were professional trainers or something.  Next to him, Danny was a pussycat.  I had to apologize to Lisa about 50 times for asking him the question in the first place.  He showed no mercy and worked us until we could barely move each muscle we were working at the time.  He gave us two 20 SECOND water breaks and he actually counted them down.  Telling us when he got to number 18 that the water bottle should be beginning to be sat down on the floor.  Every time I said, I can’t he said stop that and say you can.  If we slowed down, he showed no mercy just made us finish anyway.

Lisa and I could barely walk to the car when we were done.  He kept saying, “Get past the burn”…of course the burn never went away, and my muscles, particularly in my thighs were shaking violently.  This seemed to be something he wanted to see.  He said that meant they were fatigued and that I was working them good.  He did not however, let me stop.

Yes, we are going back Wed. and we will be doing this same routine.  He plans on watching us and working with us some.  I don’t know if he sadistic or what, but he was not full of compliments either.  I sure am glad I wasn’t having a low self-esteem day.  Because he took great pride in pointing out the areas of our bodies we needed to work on.  I don’t recall asking him for his opinion on that!!!!!!  The only muscles in my body not screaming at me right now are the ones at the tips of my fingers….otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to type this.

Anyway, he assured us we would  be able to tell a huge difference in about 4 weeks if we pushed ourselves like that everytime.  All I can say is I fill quite sure we will.  The huge difference may be that we are no longer walking around on earth but laying in some coffin.  By the way his name is John and he’s a large, very large, black gentleman…one you might want with you on your side in a dark alley….Lisa and I were quite aware that if we decided to try and take him down, together mind you, at the same time, we would simply dangle from his arm like two rag dolls.  We aren’t even sure he would notice we were trying to kill him.  We were afraid to argue with him at any point for fear that he would make it harder.

Oh by the way, we are actually considering having him work with us once a week….the muscle strain has gone to our brains….I’m pooped for now….