Today was a good workout. Like in the "Goldilocks" stories, not too hard, not too easy.
I tried something different this day. I wore a smaller, lower cut tee-shirt. I did it because I sweat so much and the more material I have on, the harder it is to move about during certain exercises. Upon greeting me, A noticed and commented that I have a neck, obviously, because I didn't wear my normal 20 sizes too big tee-shirt. I think he was a wee surprised to see that I am indeed a girl.
We did our 3 minutes on the Stair climber and moved over to the row machine. As he told me to reach lower I looked down and saw the twins (aka my boobies) spilling out a bit. I quickly readjusted and continued. I started thinking that if I saw, then it's obvious that he saw as well. Oh, well. He's seen every nasty angle, I might as well get this one over too. I think it'll bring us closer together anyway. Boobs always seem to cement a friendship. However, next session, I'll be re-thinking my shirt choice. The twins cannot contend with that much freedom. It's simply too much for them.
We moved over to the leg extensions, then the ball, with our normal walk down AB routine. No squeezy ball this time. Obviously my "ME NO LIKEY" helped.
Then we did something new. We did a funky squat, lift on a step. You start in a squat, then step on the step with one leg and as you hit it, you bring the other leg up so that your knee touches your chest, then down on that again and repeat. Seems straightforward right? Again, something that this blonde becomes an idiot savant on. I was ok for the first 15 reps on the 1st leg. Then when I switched, immediately on the 1st try, I fell a bit backwards. Now I didn't fall on my fat ass, simply stepped off the step incorrectly. But the embarrassment was there. I giggled and said to A, "Well, there goes the blonde in me again". He looked at me and then asked if I were a natural blonde. I thought that was strange, and I asked him why he'd ask me that. He said it was because so many woman aren't, but act as though they are. I assured him that I was all natural and mumbled that "the carpet would even match the drapes, but I'm all hard wood floors". He looked puzzled, probably because I'd mumbled it and said "huh"? I said never mind and left it at that. That's something I didn't want to repeat or have to explain at that moment.
Finally on to our pushups, resistance and before I knew it, we were finished and it was time to stretch.
I love the way A & I now talk during our hour, as it makes it fly by even more so and it doesn't seem to hurt as much, probably because I'm also concentrating on the conversation.
I decided to get my old step out of the garage and practice the new move he taught me. I don't want anymore accidents happening if I can help it. I even did 3 sets of 15 butt and hip lifts on my own when I got home. He's really rubbing off on me.
I am convinced now that that Saturday he's going to KILL me with a HARD workout, as the last two have been fairly easy. Pray for me.
Pray for the twins too, for I must find something comfortable for them. If anyone can help or offer advice short of a breast reduction - let me know!
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