Everything was good today.
We started on the tread for 5. Moved over to leg presses and did my normal 90lb, 15 together, 15 separate, 12 separate, 10 separate. Leg extensions, 15 together, 15 separate, 12 separate, 10 separate. Yada, yada...
We moved over to the arm and chest. A said my form was perfect. Ahhhh, the blond idiot savant finally has it down.
Then we did the most ridiculous thing. He had me stand up straight {posture k, posture!}, then bend my knees slightly and move my chest area down just a tad, pushing my 'booty' out.
I explained to A that my 'booty' needs no pushing, as it's mighty comfortable just being there. It's out. If I push it out any further, I'd have probably knocked him over. He laughed and positioned me himself. I have to say, it was the strangest stance I've been in for quite awhile. It reminded me of a position one would see in one of those Skinamax movies. However, I am not, nor will I ever be in a film of that type - so this just felt odd.
He assured me this was the form I needed to do this exercise correctly. I obeyed him, because as I've mentioned, I have pledged allegiance to my 'A God' and I will not question him. However, I still reserve the right to giggle uncontrollably - which I did. I couldn't help myself. Every time I'd move the weight up or back (I was doing a form of curls with baby barbells) I would imagine the most absurd things. I'm not sure A found the humor I did.
On to all the rest of the routine, and then it was over...
It's going by much quicker and I'm getting better at everything.
Woo-hoo!
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