OH!! THE PAIN!!
What was I thinking when I said I wanted to venture into this particular arena of PAIN???
Well, lemme tell you... I was not thinking of the pain I would be put through in my quest... I can tell you THAT! This morning, I dutifully trotted behind my trainer with all the zest and glee of a
7 year old going to the zoo! Little did I know the torturous, treacherous training he had in mind for me this morning.
I have ONE word for you guys:
LEGS!Allow me to describe what I was feeling... let me paint a picture for you. We'll take machine squats ok? This was 3/4 of the way through my workout and suffice it to say, I was already pretty
'krispy' at this point. Myron decided that 225lbs was a MODERATE weight for me to pump out 20 reps.
Question: did he not recognize that I had already completed a number of exercises which taxed virtually all of my glycogen stores and was already working to burn my remaining functioning fibers to a smoldering crisp? Nah! (oh the faith of trainers... aint it GRAND!?!)
Unrack the weight: WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING WITH THIS WEIGHT??? I'm grunting already... This is NOT good!!
Reps 1-3: this is
NOT easy. Why is this weight on my back?
Reps 4-6: I feel it waaaaay too much and he's telling me to get down IN IT! IS HE CRAZY!! Yes, indeed he IS !
Reps 10-12: My entire body is screaming out in agony. I'm thinking, "
DON'T QUIT!" but I am already sick to my stomach, and I am starting to wonder if I can get out the next 8 reps.
Reps 13-15: Yeah. This was a
bad idea. I am no longer counting in 5s or even 3s but instead in 1s. I am panting and screaming. Myron is telling me,
"LOWER!" And my quad pain has been replaces with monumental seething pain in my glutes and hams. The thought of quitting is so strong. The reps are slow but I want to RACE to the end of this set!!
Reps 16-17: SLOW and torturous. My ability to breath is by sheer habit ALONE. My heart is jumping about in my chest. Simply supporting the weight has become tedious. My entire body is shaking, forget just my legs! I'm wondering if I can make it to the
garbage can next to me if I have to, and its looking like I just may have to as the
nausea has resided squarely in my throat and is rising FAST!
Reps 18-20: My lower body is now numb. I am having a helluva time getting in the hole and rising out of it is a complete blur. Now EVERYTHING is excrutiatingly painful. Even standing there with the machine on my shoulders, breathing, squatting... all of it, ANGUISH. I won't allow this exercise or this session to beat me!! I scream in agony as I rise out of the hole. While breathing, I swear, I spit, I scream! I'm done? OF COURSE NOT!!! There's 2 more sets of the same followed by step ups with the weighted vest AND THEN plyos..
After all's said and done (and lots more cursing, screaming, spitting and panting have ensued), MT peels me off of the floor, brushes me off and sends me on my way to work. I hope my apologies to him do not appear devoid of sincerity. This was the first time I really turned "
Linda Blair" on him! Although, deep down he knows I still
love him... its really just the
pain talking~
Just a thought:
What
would I do if I wasn't doing
this?
Hmmm....
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