Work it out bitches!
So I'm not necessarily one to really talk about my exercise habits in a public forum, but what I went through today warrants the discussion. First a little background I guess. I go to the gym 5 days a week...4 days i do 45-60 mins of cardio and 30 mins of strength training. The other day I work out with my trainer doing 60 minutes of strength training with some boxing thrown in there.
So I've been working out for a while and I know that I'm way stronger. Until I started working out with my trainer I had no idea how strong I was. He pushes me...which is great (?). He has a unique style...very quick changes, switching things up then going back and definitely pushes with the amount of weight I'm lifting or pushing or whatever.
The past two weeks I've been a little off my game...coming off of antibiotics and just adjusting to the grody ass heat and humidity. This week I was back to normal and he figured that out VERY quickly and dear lord did I pay for it.
Anyway, for the past 3 weeks he's been trying to get me to do this lower ab exercise where you basically hang by your arms and pull your legs up to your chest. Yeah. Sure guy. I've successfully avoided it for 3 weeks but today was the day. I was like ok I'll humor you (and me) and I'll try. I'm not necessary convinced I can hold my body weight plus doing all this ab nonsense but whatevs. So i get up (and this shit looks kinky - it is kinda funny) and what do you know but I do the damn thing. 5 sets of 10 reps. NICE. Made me feel good. A few years ago if you had asked if being able to do certain exercises would make me feel good about myself I would have said hell no. But I can honestly say it did. I will not, however, feel good tomorrow when I am in bed trying to figure out how I'm going to drag my ass out.
Hmmmm...any other news? Not really. I'm taping this show on the history of tattoos and I'm really excited about watching it. I have a few more in my head that I want but I suppose I should finish the one I started first...and maybe get some money together.
So I've been working out for a while and I know that I'm way stronger. Until I started working out with my trainer I had no idea how strong I was. He pushes me...which is great (?). He has a unique style...very quick changes, switching things up then going back and definitely pushes with the amount of weight I'm lifting or pushing or whatever.
The past two weeks I've been a little off my game...coming off of antibiotics and just adjusting to the grody ass heat and humidity. This week I was back to normal and he figured that out VERY quickly and dear lord did I pay for it.
Anyway, for the past 3 weeks he's been trying to get me to do this lower ab exercise where you basically hang by your arms and pull your legs up to your chest. Yeah. Sure guy. I've successfully avoided it for 3 weeks but today was the day. I was like ok I'll humor you (and me) and I'll try. I'm not necessary convinced I can hold my body weight plus doing all this ab nonsense but whatevs. So i get up (and this shit looks kinky - it is kinda funny) and what do you know but I do the damn thing. 5 sets of 10 reps. NICE. Made me feel good. A few years ago if you had asked if being able to do certain exercises would make me feel good about myself I would have said hell no. But I can honestly say it did. I will not, however, feel good tomorrow when I am in bed trying to figure out how I'm going to drag my ass out.
Hmmmm...any other news? Not really. I'm taping this show on the history of tattoos and I'm really excited about watching it. I have a few more in my head that I want but I suppose I should finish the one I started first...and maybe get some money together.
posted by Sarah @ 6:01 PM
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