Holy mother of God. I now hate James. Seriously. Hate. James. Will hate him more tomorrow, thats for sure.
Started out on the hack squat machine. Medieval contraption of torture meant to strengthen your legs and butt. I am sure that thousands of confessions were made due to that machines efforts. Then on to leg extensions...he though we would go up to 70 pounds just to see me cry. Hamstring curls didnt hurt (thankfully). Then I stood up from the machine and my legs decided to betray the bravado I felt and collapsed beneath me. So he let me work out the muscles a little with a 2 min walk on a tread mill. Then this weird climbing machine, then the old fashioned stationary bike with the moving handles... high resistance, had to do bursts of high speed for 20 seconds...four sets. OK, so that doesn't sound hideous but I was almost throwing up as a result. The sad part? He wanted me to hurl! He actually encouraged it!
Did some ab work and then some intervals on the tread mill. I was expecting to look 'glowing' but instead when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom I looked bright red like a boiled lobster. Ugh. Obviously this guy is worth the money! Tomorrow promises to hurt like hell!
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