i had my 2nd appointment with my personal trainer last night (just 5 days after the first appointment). since i started working out last saturday, i’ve done the core exercises he taught me and a good 20 minute cardio exercise every day. but i knew this second appointment was going to be brutal.
i know i’m a wimp. i know i’m horribly out of shape. call me a whiner. i don’t care.
but it was — i think — the most physically grueling hour of my life (yeah, i know: you women who have given birth are laughing at me right no — go ahead if it makes you happy). i can’t think of another time when i SO wanted to quit something. had the personal trainer not been there; and, probably more important, had the 175-ish of you youth worker friends (competing in the “are you a bigger loser than marko” contest) not “been there”, i would have quit 100 times.
it all started easy enough. some stretches that hurt, but in a good way, like a deep massage.
then a few minutes on the treadmill to get my heart rate up.
fantastic! i’m with ya, tyler (that’s his name, the evil sadist).
then upstairs to the weights. 4 sets of 20 reps doing some kind of curl-like thing (that was more about my chest than my biceps). in between the sets, he had me do something (i can’t even remember what it was) to keep my heart rate up.
then, 4 sets of 10 reps per arm on some other pully thing (this time, pulling straight toward my chest). in between the sets, a couple minutes of stepping sideways up and down on a step thing.
then, 4 sets of 20 reps laying with my shoulder blades on a giant ball while lifting barbells in a butterfly manner. in between (and this is where i really started to cave into despair), running in place. each time i ran in place, he made me lift my knees higher. it felt like i did that for an hour; but i think it was a couple minutes.
finally, 4 sets of 20 reps pulling some weighted handles from behind my sides, around to the front (he said it was pure chest). in between, it got worse. he had me do this little hoppy thing where i had to hop from foot to foot and tap the other foot on top of a ball. even as i type this, i want to swear. loudly. i thought i was going to pass out multiple times. my eyes started to cross at one point and it took me a minute to get them back.
of course, this was all capped off by a cardio workout on the treadmill.
i somehow made it home and did something i haven’t done in a very long time: sat in the bathtub.
this better frickin’ cause me to lose weight, i’m tellin’ ya. because i hated everything about this!