I got all hot and sweaty with my wife last night.
See, we’re going to our personal trainer together, as a way of helping motivate one another, and I got run ragged. A few weeks back, the first time we went, we were instructed by our trainer to text her when we stopped feeling sore. I got up the next day, and wasn’t feeling sore at all. So I texted her and said “at the risk of you kicking my butt next week, I feel fine.”
She took that to heart. I’ve been a little sore the next day, each and every time I’ve gone back after that.
So, what did she have me do? Well, a total of 12 minutes on an elliptical machine (5 to warm up, 7 to cool down) and 5 minutes on a treadmill. But not just walking, no sir. What I had to do was walk forward for twenty steps or so, then turn sideways and “gorilla walk” for twenty steps, then walk forward again, then turn sideways to the other side and “gorilla walk” again. Then I got to do squats with a ten pound weight that I had to swing up into the air, and the “Superman”. You know the one. You get down on your hands and knees and stretch out your right arm and left leg, and then your left arm and right leg. That one. Then it was on to running around cones. Sideways. While facing forward, constantly. And after that came the worst exercise of the lot: bouncing a ball against a wall.
You laugh, but it was brutal. Keep your arms at shoulder level and hold the ball against your head. Then bounce it into the wall, and catch it on the rebound. Repeat, for one minute. My arms – specifically, my triceps – were gelatin by the end.
I did all of that twice. Well, not the treadmill. By the end, I was dripping with sweat. Even now, my arms and legs aren’t sore (well, maybe my calves and thighs, a little), but I’ve got a whole lot of muscles telling me “hey, we’re here. Pay attention.”
Man. It was great!