This was the absolute BEST workout I ever had.
Last week he took it easy on me. Today, we worked.
Tread, leg presses, leg extensions, cable weights, arm presses, squats 4 different ways. He made me do those ridiculous 'stability ball leg lifts grabbing his arm' things too. Everything with more weight than I'd ever used before. We're stepping up. I'm getting stronger, so A needs to beef up the weight to challenge me more. Boy, did he challenge. Boy, did I do it. God, it felt great!
Then to stretching - aggghhhhhhhh.
As we finished, A said he thought it was the best workout we'd ever had. As I said - I agreed.
Now as I write this, on Friday 7-16, I can honestly say this was the only workout I've ever had that has left me in such incredible pain that I thought I'd vomit. Tuesday after the workout I was great!! Better than great! I went home and power-walked my dogs for almost 3 miles.
Wednesday I woke up and was a bit sore - but I still felt incredible. Invigorated! Motivated! That morning I called and left A a message. I told him again how great I thought the workout was and thanked him. Fast forward to 4 p.m. I left work and was headed for Cardio. After 3, yes 3, minutes on the treadmill, I was near tears. I couldn't move my legs. I hit the panic stop button and cancelled the pre-programmed fat-burner workout. I limped out, went home, stretched for 1/2 hour and then laid on my couch.
Thursday I woke up in WORSE pain than Wednesday. Each time I moved my legs, it felt as if my upper thigh muscles were on fire. They burned as I sat. The muscles moved & pulsed involuntarily. It felt as if Linda Blair had somehow gotten into my upper thighs and was possessing them. Work was agony, I limped around and moved as little as possible.
When I got home, after a painful shopping experience with R, I called A and left a message asking for advice on what I should do. Since I didn't hear from him right away I contemplated hiking down to Maxwell street for some heroin. Feeling that might be a tad much, I opted for some Aleve, stretched a bit more and went to bed.
On to this morning. A called straight away to see how I was. I told him it was slowly getting better and begged him for no squats tomorrow. He said he'd rest the muscles a bit...but he won't let me give up completely - as pain is a bit good for them.
yikes....
So here I am - my legs buckle as I walk. I cringe and hold back the tears as I climb stairs. Even applying pressure to my POWER brakes in my truck takes effort. My upper thigh muscles have never burned quite like this before.
However bad I feel, my legs look good.
Very good.
I had seen some friends the Monday night before my workout and they commented on how I looked. The were very generous in their praise and I was flattered and happy and determined to succeed even more so.
So I figure the burning, searing pain is worth it.
Me still likey A.