I have completed another six-day week of torture.
This week, he added a new twist to his sadism—20 second intervals. Work 20, rest 10…but you do this eight times—160 seconds, or two minutes, forty-- instead of just pushing for a minute secure in the knowledge that it ends. Once again, I was made to do “dips.” That's where you put your hands on a bench or some other surface behind you, and push yourself up and down from a sitting position in front of the bench. Who knew someone’s triceps could be so wimpy? I made noises I haven’t made since I was in labor! The pitosin drip labor!
This was a day of late starts for us, and one day, my trainer decided on the special torment for me. It's supposed to give you a maximum calorie burn. First, I was set on the treadmill to run at a pace I hadn't set since I was in the military and told to run a mile. I did run a mile, but with the breaks, the treadmill ran a mile and a quarter. Still I ran a mile, and I will take that victory! Ah, but then he directed me to my nemesis, The Ladder. "1000 steps," he said.
|So, "old friend," we meet again...|
Friday, I was even later, and ended up missing half the class, so I was given homework: 100 burpees and 100 crunches. If you don't know what a burpee is, please, check out this link. (For some reason, blogger will not call it up or let me embed it, but it explains it the best. Essentially, you drop down, push your legs out, do a push up, bring your knees in to a squat, and jump. Now, my burpees look more like drop, do a girlie pushup, struggle to bring my knees in and make a pitiful hamster-sized hop, but I did it a hundred times (in spurts, with breaks). Saturday, I didn't feel well, so I stayed home from the gym, but did another 50 and 200 crunches. Yes, I am now torturing myself.
However, I measured on Friday, and the past two weeks have resulted in a loss of 3.8 pounds; 1.8 percent body fat, an inch off the chest, 3.4 inches off my waist, 1.8 inches off my hips and 1.9 inches off my abs. Somehow, to my complete bafflement, I gained in my thighs. Don't even ask--maybe it's the Curse of The Ladder!
I joke about the torture, but really, I'm enjoying pushing my body, sticking to a program, and of course, I'm liking the results. The other day, I put on pants that I usually can't sit in without undoing the button, and they fit. I've got a long way to go, but I think I can do it.