Tonight I got a good, solid, ass kickin'. I made an appointment with a personal trainer at the gym. And subsequently learned I am very out of shape. My ass -- which did I mention was pretty kicked? -- is hurting already...can you imagine tomorrow? and worse...the 2nd day??
Anyway...it seems like a strange rather masochistic thing to do, PAY someone hard earned money to, you know, kick your ass.
When I was a kid - big rubber balls were fun. This one? not so much. This may look like a toy, but no - it is an instrument of abdomen torture.
Five pound weights? Seems wimpy right? Try doing 2 sets of 20 deep lunges with one on each hip. Those 10 extra pounds can really kill ya.
Treadmill seem tame? Try putting the incline at 15 and then have a sadistic woman increase the speed to 4 mph.
Like walking the track? Try it with a spunky muscle bound former model who keeps asking you short questions that require LONG answers and lots of wind.
Believe it or not, I'll be going back for more...but maybe not too soon.
I wish I could afford a personal trainer--I think an outside party gives you a much better ass kickin' than you can give yourself.
Sounds like you enjoyed it! You go girl, you're motivating me.
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