I worked out with a personal trainer today. Steve. Steve who lives to torture people. Steve who kep talking about beach bodies and great legs that would stop traffic.
The only way my legs will stop traffic is because I couldn't feel them. And I had to drive home. Numb legs could possibly lead to a wreck.
Steve laughed as he picked up to twenty pound weights, threw them on his shoulder and said lets do the stairs....five times.
It was a two story house. With a circular stair case. I think I died for a moment there. Steve seemed concerned when I stopped breathing. Did I mention that we did the stairs after we did lunges and lifts and worked all those thigh muscles?
I, however, killed him on ab work. I can do sit ups all day long. Just don't ask me to walk anywhere right now.