Since I missed Tuesday as my Muzzie was ailing I was afraid that A would want to make up for the fact that he missed torturing me again on a weekday. To try and make him take it easier on me, I carried with me a bribe - a Mexican Lasagna that I'd created. And not just a piece, I'd made him his own 6 x 6 x 5 casserole.
I think it worked. He was awesome today...not too mean, not too gentle. However, he did make me work...
We did our usual...tread and leg presses. Then we worked on my chest. I think A is too cute - as he actually says with a straight face that he wants to work on my chest. I asked him why, as I thought they twins look pretty good. He laughed and said my muscles - just my muscles. Then he made me do some weird cable moves. I have to admit it felt good - perhaps the twins will be lifted a bit.
Then we moved over to the 'Inner Thigh Leg Squeezy' machine. Now I realize that's not the correct term, but that's what I call it. I was feeling rather bold and flirtatious and asked A to describe exactly how this will help my muscle group. I was curious to know whether it would help my inside squeezing...you know...wink wink...
Well poor A - I think I completely embarrassed him. God bless him, he was trying very hard to describe in clinical terms the actual benefits of the exercise, but my boldness got the best of him and eventually he gave up and broke out in his fabulous grin, laughed and had to turn away from me.
On to stretching (my favorite part) and then it was over.
According to A - I'm getting stronger so he's stepping up my workout. We need to discuss several new options for training that I'm hoping take place. I want Harder. I want Intense. I want to punch & kick the bag. Possibly even eventually finding someone to spar with.
Perhaps some of those options might come to fruition. Hey, a fizgig's got to use all opportunities available - doesn't she?
We'll see how Tuesdays workout is after he eats my lasagna.