PT shouldn’t stand for Personal Trainer. It should stand for Personal TORTURER!!
My first two sessions went relatively well. He took it fairly easy on me. He told me today we were going to work.
We started on the Treadmill. We did 4 minutes. It was fine. Walking isn’t a big deal to me.
We moved over to the leg presses. This is the machine where you are practically sitting on the floor and your legs are raised in the air. Then you press weights up and down. I had told A on my last visit that I felt that my legs very strong, but my upper body was weak, weak, weak. I think he wanted to see if I was telling the truth. He put 25 lbs on the press. I did 15 without breaking a sweat. OK, let’s try 50 lbs. Again, another 15 without a sweat. OK tough girl, let’s do 75 lbs. The first 5 were fine, then I thought my knee caps were going to pop out of the sockets. I managed to get to 10 this time. As my legs were beginning to shake, A told me to stop.
We then went to the standing push-ups. There’s this bar and you hold onto it. You basically do a push-up on this bar. Slow and in control – A told me, slow and in control. I did 15, then he moved the bar lower down. Uhmmmm, that’s a bit harder. I did 10 more. The last 4 I felt as though now my elbows would be popping out. Knees and elbows, huh, I’d be left with no knobby points if this madness continues.
Then A introduced me to a game I like to call “Satan’s Roly-Poly”. He explained it innocently enough. He was going to roll a 7 lb medicine ball to me, I was to squat, keeping my back straight and my posture perfect, pick up the ball, lift it above my head and throw it over the bar to him. He would catch the ball and then we would start all over. We’d do 15 reps, rest and then 10. Oh my god, I thought, give me something hard to do. Throw the ball? Piece of cake.
I should have learned by now, NOTHING A has me do is easy. The first 15 were ok. After my 30 second rest, we started on the next 10. Around 6 I was thinking I wasn’t going to be able to do another one. I barely made it to 10. My arms were going to fall off. My back was killing me. My knees were aching. I asked if we really had to do those last 4? I mean, really are those 4 going to make or break me? Do them! I did. When I was finished, I drank ½ my bottle of water and mopped off about 1 gallon of sweat before I felt that I could start the next exercise.
Back to our ball. This time, we took the ball, placed it in the lower part of my back whilst I stood straight up against a wall. Then I was to do squats, keeping my posture perfect {as always} and never letting the ball fall. We did 15, then 10. I was finished.
My knees were so bad, A thought we should try and begin to do some work to strengthen them. We moved over to the leg lifts. We did a few reps and decided it was enough for today.
He stretched me out again {not nearly as weird - I guess I'm getting used to him!} and I was free to go home and collapse. Which is exactly what I did.
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