December 22, 2008

Keep Your Mouth Shut

I worked out with my trainer last night. When I told him I wanted to do legs last night he smiled and laughed a bit as he said, "alright." I hate when he does that. I know he's going to kill me when he laughs like that.

He had me do toe touches on a step higher than I'm used to and with more weight. Instead of 10 or 15 reps, he made me do 20. Then it was on to squats with my back against one of those work-out balls, followed by wall sits. He did them with me and I'll tell you, he looked a whole lot more comfortable than I was while doing them.

When we hit the 45 seconds, my trainer just stood up. I had to crawl up the wall using the back of my head. Good stuff.

He put me on a prone leg curl then and despite the fact that I literally threw the weight up for the first rep, I refused to let him up the weight. Higher reps absolutely kill once you get to number 14 so I told him to forget it.

When he put me on calf raises though, I made the mistake of opening my mouth. He set the weight at 105 and I told him that I usually do 135. He smiled that smile and said "alright" and moved the weight up. He didn't tell me we were doing reps of 20 on that one too. My calves were absolutely wrecked when I was finished with three of those sets.

He usually has me do three ab exercises, but last night he had me do six. I've been working hard on my ab exercises all week long and it paid off. It's nice when you finish a set strong, not so nice when your trainer throws in an extra few since you're doing so well. I told him I only filled the tank up for 10. Those extra three were accomplished on fumes.

As I was leaving, he told me that he can definitely see that I'm getting stronger. I am just really hoping that the surgery I'm having in January doesn't set me back too far. I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere.