Yesterday was the start of week 7 of my transformation. Believe it or not, I woke up yesterday morning and thought, "What do I have to do today?" When I remembered it was a day to work out with Kris I actually thought, "Good."
Yup. "Good." Can you imagine me thinking that 7 weeks ago?? Not "Ugh" like I usually do or "Sigh. OK. Let's get it over with." I was pretty happy with myself for being so positive.
I arrived at Starting Line Fitness in a good mood and ready to work. All I can say is it's a good thing I was in a good mood, because Kris had an (evil) twinkle in her eye when she said, "Today we're going to do the Dirty 30."
The Dirty 30 is ten exercises for 30 reps each. Sounds OK, right? Except I've never done so many reps of so many different exercises. And just to make it more interesting Kris increased my weight in a lot of them.
About half way through my workout I gasped to Kris, "Son of bitch! I can't imagine how much this would suck right now if I was in a terrible mood today. You are kicking my ass!"
She just smiled sweetly and said, "That's ten. Just twenty more."
I managed to finish it all (after much cursing and stopping to catch my breath) except the crunches. The crunches are always at the end and yesterday I was praying for crunches just so I could have the chance to lay down. We finally got to crunches and I practically wept with joy when she brought out the mat for me to crawl onto.
I laid on my back and tried the first one only to squeal in pain. You see, I am a complete idiot and my body is an absolute wreck. Last week I diagnosed myself with a tumor when it was really a tight IT band (which is doing much better now after the roller of death, thanks for asking) and this week I managed to pull a muscle in my stomach - IN MY SLEEP!
No joke. I was sound asleep two nights ago and I rolled over and felt something pull in my stomach. It actually woke me up. Are you kidding me? A pulled muscle from sleeping?!! Only I could do this.
"I can't do it, Kris," I whined. "I pulled a muscle earlier this week."
"Oh yeah?" She asked. "What have you been doing?" I know she had visions of me doing 100 crunches every night or running several miles. "Is it your leg again?"
"No. It's in my abs."
"How did you do it?"
"I turned over too quickly in my sleep," I said. "Hey! It really hurts!" I complained over her guffaws.
Lucky for me she took pity on me and just made me hold a plank instead of doing my crunches and crying.
I am down for a total of over 7.5 inches and I'm definitely getting stronger so I would say Kris is doing it right.
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