Robert's first directive this morning was, "We are going to do a little BWT." He then asked if I knew what this was. Of course I had some creative answers for him. "Big Whining Time," "Butt Wagging Time," or something like that.
Incidentally, it is Body Weight Training. This is where I take my 210 pound mass and use it against myself...like with push ups and pull ups. It was all very easy at first and I actually made the comment that "this is fun." Famous last words. It became progressively difficult and I was made to suffer. He threw in some leg lifts, squats, and forward lunges just to torture me more. Did I mention I am starting to hate him again.
Before my millionth squat rep I suddenly felt like I was going to be sick. I really am not a weenie, but I couldn't do it. He tried to talk me out of feeling sick and pep talk me into not visualizing spewing all over the thousand dollar equipment, but it did not work too well. I got out of my last set of lunges and squats =D BUT, he made me switch to ground work - legs and abs. Lying on the floor did help calm my stomach, though.
He introduced me to the ball again and I had to do some really difficult balancing acts. First I had to place my elbows on the ball and balance on my toes. This is not as easy as it sounds. I could hold it for about 8 seconds...but in Rodeo that can be a really nice paycheck. Why am I paying for this again??? Oh yeah, because my brother says I am FAT.
I survived the rest of my workout without disgracing myself or my trainer. I decided to call him Robert for the rest of the morning, and he helped me stretch everything out. I actually felt pretty good about this workout. Little did I know, he really nailed me on this one. I was in the shower all of 30 seconds when suddenly all the upset stomach business came back...yup. I lost everything FOUR times. At least it was in the shower, but still GROSS. I have decided that the workouts that lead to throwing up are the ones where I work the hardest and have the longest effect.
Today (Tuesday) I am totally feeling it from yesterday. My arms have been jello-y all day, my thighs are sore, and I feel like my upper body took a pounding. But, I am ready for tomorrow. I will be up in 8 hours, back at the gym for some cardio. I need to work off the pizza I ate tonight. We decided to cheat, BUT I only had 800 calories before dinner so I was doing pretty darn good.
FatLady Out
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