Let me first say I rarely travel to the "Meat Head" side of my gym, I opt for the "Pansy Side Instead." Yesterday he drug me over to the Meat Head side and began with my legs. What did he have me do? Squats!!! Yes Squats, do you know how much Squats hurt? Try this 3 sets of 15 at 50lbs of weight on top of the 185lbs I already carry on with my legs. Yeah just what I thought. I must say sweat was not the only liquid pouring from my face. I really wanted to cry, like seriously cry!!!!
And after all the abuse on what I coin the "Meat Head" side of the gym he sent me to the Pansy Floor, you know where the treadmills, ellipticals and bikes are located. Put me on the treadmill and instructed me to "run like the police were chasing me," (no joke he actually said that.) Since I am not afraid of the police I casually strolled. Then turned around and who was standing there barking more orders. Him -- "you were strolling like you were in the mall, I want more from you."
So after many years of fostering my beliefs against man on woman violence I am not only a victim but I am paying this guy to beat the shit out of me? What in the fuck am I thinking? Oh well 1hour 51 mins before I return for my cataclysmic ass kicking!