A kicked my ass again. If I thought Saturday was bad, it was nothing compared to today. I am convinced he’s trying to kill me. However, it’s the good kill. Not only am I welcoming it, I'm paying him.
I’m learning so much, most importantly, how in order to exercise correctly; the movements have to be precise. It really is a science. It turns out that I’ve really got all the wrong ideas about how exercising works. Yesterday, I decided to try the leg lifts on my own at the Y. I asked A if we could do some reps today, so that I could show him what I was trying to do on my own. As he watched me, he basically said I’d been doing them all wrong.
I always thought that the faster you did an exercise, the more calories you were burning. A has taught me slow…slow…slow makes it work. Slow…slow…slow also makes it 100 times harder.
We started with 5 minutes on the treadmill. We walked over to the leg press and he told me to get on. “Uhmm, A, there’s 90 lbs on there”. “I know, let’s begin – one leg at a time”. One leg? Did you become a sadist since I saw you last? God, why can't I shut my mouth and not brag about how "strong my legs are"! What is wrong with me? We did a set of 15, then 12, then 10. I survived. It wasn’t even that difficult. He really seems to know what I can and can't do...he's amazing.
We did some of those standing pushups - no harm no foul.
The we moved over to the chest and back machine. The one I hate. The one I become an idiot savant on. This time he only had to help me 16 times, as opposed to the 100 times on my previous attempt. I just can’t get a grip on the tightening your shoulder blades thing. It’s too weird and I'm still blonde.
On to the mirror; uggghhh, how I hate the mirror. He got a stick. We did a form of lunges while balancing. Boy, did that KILL my bad knee. He went over and got a ball. We tried the squats again with the ball pressed into my back. Same pain. We decided to work on the arms instead and did my normal resistance routine. This time we added that stick as well and I lifted that as if it were a set of weights.
We reviewed the techniques for the leg lift machine and it I realized how hard that actually was. I think I’ve got it down now and I’ll practice at the Y.
Then onto a mat for ‘no ball’ butt & hip lifts and crunches. Then he got that damn smaller ball for me to squeeze between my inner thighs. Hello? I believe I said - "ME NO LIKEY THIS ONE!!!". Apparently A doesn't care what "ME LIKEY" so I did 15, 12 & 10 until it was time to be stretched out.
It doesn’t seem like I did that much, but I was more tired after today than ever before. It appears as if my muscles are all beginning to wake up and they are VERY PISSED OFF AT ME.
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