One of the many many reasons I love Bubbles is that she is on top of all the latest exercise techniques. She never shows up for a training session without a new idea (way to torture me) or news of some relevant ground breaking research on some of my food and health issues.
Recently I have begun interval training. Bubbles tried to get me into it a year ago, but I was reluctant. It was so hard! But I am doing it now, and the results were almost immediate. My stamina and endurance are incredibly improved.
Last week Bubbles let me know that one of my weight workouts each week was going to change. She told me that we I was going to lift some super heavy weights (wasn't I doing that already?!?!) and do less reps. We chose Mondays for this new heavier (wah wah), more difficult workout since on Mondays I am less likely to do an exhausting cardio before hand and be less tired for the owrkout. Today was my first try out with the new technique.
When I first started to work out with Bubbles last year I soon self-observed that I did quite a bit of whining when she announced what I would be doing. I would do the exercise anyway, but I realized pretty soon that my whining could be a bit of a drag for Bubbles to hear every week. So I stopped whining. And now when Bubbles informs me that I am going to do more reps of something or heavier reps of something or some new move that seems like something only a very strong person (which I have become but am not always confident of being) should be attempting I make a self-deprecating joke or remark on Bubbles over confidence in me. She is probably getting tired of hearing that from me too. But I tell myself that at least I'm not whining.
Today when Bubbles kept sliding all of the weight plugs into weights heavier and heavier than the ones I have become comfortable with I took the challenge and grunted (so masculine) and groaned (very embarrassing) and lifted every single increased weight for the full 12 reps. Next time Bubbles is going to raise the weights again. And next time I am going to try my hardest. This better be good for me.
As far as tonight goes, I already took a mineral salt bath and might (limp) go back downstairs for some pain killers, not cause I am a wimp or anything, ahem, just as a preventative measure. Cause cough cough, it's not like I'm sore or anything. cough cough. All I know is that all this extra muscle better contribute to some kind of revved up metabolism. Cause I joke about this but, I fear that one day I will shed the excess weight only to discover that underneath I have unknowingly turned myself into The Incredible Hulk.
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