I survived workout #8. Barely. There needs to be a "I pay good money to have my butt kicked by a complete stranger" support group.
You'd think I'd grow to love the muscle soreness after working out by now. Uh huh. Yesterday was the toughest workout yet. I'm actually surprised that I could get out of bed without the assistance of a maxi lift (or a crane). We did more squats on 3 risers with a 15lb weight this time, which by the way, is about as much fun as having a root canal sans the anestheisa. We did the "row row row your boat" group which was 3 different kinds of rows, then we did 2 more kinds of shoulder moves, these things that required a lot of balance where I stood up on 4 of the risers and kicked the other leg in to a "high knee" (I can't tell you how many times I almost fell. I have the balance of a drunk donkey when I have both feet on the ground...take that away and it's not pretty) and then we did some kick backs and push ups. By that time, I was about to drown in my own sweat. However, I've noticed my endurance is about 100x better than it was 4 weeks ago!
In other news, I went to see Magic Mike. It was uh. risky. I wouldn't go see it with someone I didn't feel completely comfortable with...that could make for a super awkward ride home, just fyi.
Okay. enough. I need to get to work. I'm just not feeling as funny these days as I generally am.
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