Session #32

Well, that's it. Four solid months of personal training. I haven't lost any weight worth mentioning, but I'm unbelievably more muscular. DH was massaging my legs last night and freaking over how hard they were. My collarbone is visible again and that pleases me. My shoulders and arms look really great. My tummy has really hard bits under the soft bits. I still need to get rid of the soft bits. Or at least make less of them.

So this week I've upped the cardio. I've been getting up at 4:30 and going to the river for an hour. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and today- despite yesterday's killer workout with Mr. W. Monday I walked with poles. Tuesday I walked a little and ran a little. Yesterday I got a bit more serious and alternated 3 minutes of walking with 2 minutes of running. Today I did that again, but the last few intervals I did 2 minutes of walking with 3 minutes of running. I'll go out again tomorrow and maybe to the gym on Saturday and next week it'll be all 3 minutes running/2 minutes walking.

In my last session with Mr. W. he worked all of the major muscle groups one more time. What he called his Special Farewell. He totally exhausted my legs and arms.

One of the killerest moves was leg presses- very heavy. First 15 reps very fast- as fast as I could. Then 3 sets of 2 reps- very, very slow. Incredibly slow. Agonizingly slow. The sweat was pouring off me.

Same thing on leg extensions.

Then we annihilated my arms. Chest presses, bicep curls, french presses (not to be confused with coffee makers), shoulder presses. All at varying positions and speeds. Serious burn, let me tell you.

We finished up with hyperextensions which always seem so easy when I start but kills me in the end. I stretched and then cooled down on the bike.

We were both sad that our time together was over. Next week there will be no one to make me do pushups or crunches except me. It's all about priority and discipline now.