Today is my birthday. I am now 30.
Last night I had my first training session with my trainer in over a week. And I could tell.
We caught up on our respective Thanksgivings. He claimed his was just "okay," which I blamed on his lack on cranberry sauce. He ran a Thursday morning boot camp. At first he told me two people puked, and I was majorly envious, but then he said he was kidding.
I'm not going to lie, I spent a huge chunk of the session whining. Everything was so HARD (except the deadlifts. I loved those.). The turkish get ups. Oh man. My arms were shaking. I was sure I was going to drop the weight. SO HARD.
But, as always, hurts so good.
Foam rolled IT bands and calves
Swing stretch with my toes on bells
squat stretch with my toes on bells
toe touch with my toes on bells
10 push ups with opposite arm/leg lift at the top
10 push ups with opposite knees in at the top
10 deadlifts (75lbs, 95lbs, 95lbs)
10 db clean and presses (two hands)
10 roll outs (imagine the ab roller infomercial. Only I used a giant dumbbell)
2 turkish get ups per side
The only reason boys read my blog:
I have dinner plans tonight with my husband, my brother, and two of my best friends.
Friday night I'll be celebrating with my EMTs.
Saturday I'm having a mini slumber party with most of my favorite people.