Session #10
Jun. 12th, 2009 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lynnAwesome upper body workout today. My arm muscles are so exhausted, I can't flex my bicep. Truly. My arms, shoulders and back are going to be in so much PAIN tomorrow.
After doing all sorts of torturous upperbody strength exercises, we did these killer bicep curls and shoulder presses with a barbell and nearly dying- DYING! he put me on the incline board and picked up two little 5-lb dumbbells. "Ah," I sighed in relief, "look at the cute little things," and groaned and nearly dropped it when he put the first one in my left hand.
We both laughed so hard, I almost couldn't do the curls.
When I stood up I admired my triceps in the big mirror (because I haven't been able to stop doing that). "Oh!" said Mr. W., "let's do some triceps too then!"
"but haven't I already worked my triceps enough doing the other upper body exercises?" I asked hopefully.
"A little..."
So we did tricep curls. God. In the middle of this my legs and abs are still hurting. "You know," I said, "I kind of expected things would stop hurting after awhile but now I'm thinking they'll never stop hurting."
"That's the idea, keep building and building and always change it up so your muscles don't get complacent." Argh.
And then tricep dips. And that finished me off. During my last set I reached my limit, having lowered myself, the harder I tried to lift myself back up, the lower I went until I fell on my bottom.
Mr. W laughed and pointed out that my arm muscles were entirely depleted. He put me on the bike to cool down for the next ten minutes and talked. I couldn't even lean on the handlebars. I sat upright on his very uncomfortable spin bike seat and listened.
After reading my diet for the past two weeks, he wants me to do a detox.
So after I left, I headed to a natural foods place near to downtown. After staring at the TMI boxes for 3 minutes (reading the backs were very hard as I couldn't really hold anything up for very long), I asked for assistance. I was too light-headed to be embarassed.
"Okay, my PT wants me to do a detox and I know nothing about these things so naturally I'm thinking of getting the most expensive one."
The assistant laughed, "this one is really good," she said handing me a box, "don't eat any fried foods on it and drink plenty of water."
Plus I had a Sunshine Card which got me about five dollars off the cost of the box- which was already $20 cheaper than the one I started to buy originally.
I'm starting it on Sunday and will try to give an accurate report of how it goes without getting gross or anything.
(Wut's going on with that bunny's head?)
After doing all sorts of torturous upperbody strength exercises, we did these killer bicep curls and shoulder presses with a barbell and nearly dying- DYING! he put me on the incline board and picked up two little 5-lb dumbbells. "Ah," I sighed in relief, "look at the cute little things," and groaned and nearly dropped it when he put the first one in my left hand.
We both laughed so hard, I almost couldn't do the curls.
When I stood up I admired my triceps in the big mirror (because I haven't been able to stop doing that). "Oh!" said Mr. W., "let's do some triceps too then!"
"but haven't I already worked my triceps enough doing the other upper body exercises?" I asked hopefully.
"A little..."
So we did tricep curls. God. In the middle of this my legs and abs are still hurting. "You know," I said, "I kind of expected things would stop hurting after awhile but now I'm thinking they'll never stop hurting."
"That's the idea, keep building and building and always change it up so your muscles don't get complacent." Argh.
And then tricep dips. And that finished me off. During my last set I reached my limit, having lowered myself, the harder I tried to lift myself back up, the lower I went until I fell on my bottom.
Mr. W laughed and pointed out that my arm muscles were entirely depleted. He put me on the bike to cool down for the next ten minutes and talked. I couldn't even lean on the handlebars. I sat upright on his very uncomfortable spin bike seat and listened.
After reading my diet for the past two weeks, he wants me to do a detox.
So after I left, I headed to a natural foods place near to downtown. After staring at the TMI boxes for 3 minutes (reading the backs were very hard as I couldn't really hold anything up for very long), I asked for assistance. I was too light-headed to be embarassed.
"Okay, my PT wants me to do a detox and I know nothing about these things so naturally I'm thinking of getting the most expensive one."
The assistant laughed, "this one is really good," she said handing me a box, "don't eat any fried foods on it and drink plenty of water."
Plus I had a Sunshine Card which got me about five dollars off the cost of the box- which was already $20 cheaper than the one I started to buy originally.
I'm starting it on Sunday and will try to give an accurate report of how it goes without getting gross or anything.
(Wut's going on with that bunny's head?)
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on 2009-06-13 07:45 pm (UTC)