Pain has a name. And that name is Bart.
I recently joined a new gym – which I love. It’s just over a mile from my house, on my way to/from work, and even when it’s “busy” there are still plenty of machines open.
Part of the sign up package included some free personal training sessions. Last Saturday I had my first one – which included a fitness assessment. That’s where Bart comes in. After filling out the prerequisite paperwork, Bart wasted no time jumping into the workout. The words for the day were: Legs & Abs
*note to self: don’t do elliptical + a 1-hr yoga class before your first personal training session. It’s just really not a great idea, ok?
We jumped, we hopped on & off the stair stepper, we kicked and punched. We did lunges and used the hack press to do squats. We did more stair-hopping. We did full squat-to-air jumps. Then came the swiss & medicine ball work for the abs. We had lots of fun with those as well.
(BTW: “We” = “me”)
After 30 minutes and approx 500 calories later, we were done and ready to talk about what our next moves were. The only next moves I could think of were into the sauna, into the shower, into my car and back into bed. Bart thought that 20 minutes of cardio and a second appointment were a better idea.
I have goals I want to reach, and I’m not going to get there by taking it “easy” on myself. 🙂 Trust me, I’ve already tried that plan! So, I set my next session appointment for this last Tuesday and hobbled home. I took my shower. I took my nap. And then I went to the Tigers game with a girlfriend and slowly made my way up the stadium stairs like an achy octogenarian.
By Monday I was feeling better. And by Tuesday I was ready for session #2.
Only this time, it was with Carl. Sorry, Bart, I’m just not ready to forgive you just yet.