This morning I had my weekly morning training session. My trainer started me on the TRX, which is a beast forged somewhere between heaven and hell. It's awesome, but its methods of torture are many.
This dude is AWESOME. Normally I swing around on the TRX when my trainer isn't looking. Next time I think I'll try this.
We did three rounds of:
30 second mountain climbers (with both feet hooked into the TRX)
15 single leg squats on each side (touching the toes with the fingertips, with the other leg hooked into the TRX)
15 pull up things (sort of like a reverse push up. I can't remember what my trainer called them)
45 second plank (not using the TRX)
The mountain climbers were for sure the worst. They are the worst when my feet aren't suspended, but this made the burn kind of awful. I figured out how to count slower in my head, so I was always finished sooner than I thought I would be. I have to play little mind games with myself for certain exercises.
Next up was three sets of:
15 per side squat and step back rows. I don't know how else to describe them. And, I always feel like I'm doing them wrong. AND, I have to stare at myself in the mirror. Which I kind of love and kind of hate.
8 per arm plank-to-push-up. Oh man, these are terrible. My shoulders still hurt.
12 assisted pull ups (120lbs on the first two sets, 110lbs on the third. I'm a wuss)
Finally, four sets of:
15 squat-to-hit-yourself-in-the-face-with-the-weight (aka squat to overhead row)
15 seated rows
I didn't actually hit myself in the face, but I have in the past. There are actually about 4 exercises we do regularly where the main focus (for me) is to not hit myself in the face. I have coordination/spacing out issues.
The End (of the workout)
Today while working out we discussed:
-haunted hospitals and ghost stories
-my trainer going on a man-date with my brother (they both like photography, and there are a few places my trainer wants to explore)
-my awesome dinosaur hoodie (which I wore for the first part of the session, but it's really warm, so I took it off)
-getting "adult" Christmas presents (not like dildos. Boxes of soap, razors, boring stuff like that)
-my brother getting black out drunk and puking cheese puffs on my guest room carpet, staining it, buying an area rug to cover it, then giving me a tub of cheese puffs for Christmas.
I also had a mini Weigh In Wednesday. I'm down 0.25lbs from last week, FFS be damned. I think it's a combination of leg muscle loss (no longer running 20+ miles every weekend) and HIIT calorie burn. I'm where I need to be weight wise, so it's no big deal, but it's good to keep an eye on it.