Sometimes I question the friendship between Win and I. On a good day we can talk each other into almost anything. One thinks of the idea and the other one goes along for the ride. There is no real leader in this friendship, we just take turns being coming up with harebrained schemes.
For the past fours years we have been going to the gym bright and early most mornings, attempting to rearrange everything that Mother Nature has allowed to droop, drop or roll.  We have been doing a few routines but the treadmill and a morning gab has been our most frequent form of exercising.
Last week Win decided it was time for a new routine. Something we could do at home when weather or family or vacation or television or a toilet bowl waiting to be cleaned (you get the picture, any excuse) prevents us from going to the gym.   She made the arrangements with Mark the trainer to meet at 5:30 a.m. today, explaining our desire for a new routine.
Mark apparently is not a morning person.  He put on a good face, very professional, very knowledgeable, very soft spoken. He wrote us a new routine, which in his words “is a bit unorthodox”, (translate that to read, “I’ll get you my little sweaties”).   This routine is so intense we will be able to do it only once a week, The other four days we will use weights and the treadmill.
The exercises I can remember included push ups, sit ups and the plank. I think I’m suffering from post traumatic exercise shock, Everything is a blur after attempting a push up in which I was to lift my body weight off the mat. The last thing I clearly remember is muttering, “You know Mark, collectively mine and Win’s age is over a hundred”.  That man showed no pity. Without much of a sweat, he showed us one arm push ups and a lot of “Rocky” style routines.  The only rocky I like is the only that ends with road and is an ice cream flavour. Apparently we agreed to meet with him again next Wednesday morning at 5:30 a.m.  Gives him a week to dream up even more torture.
According to Mark, one day we will be able to do these exercises with style and grace.
Sounds great Dianne! I’m of the opinion that some of those simple exercises are some of the best for you (but that doesn’t mean that they are easy…I’m working up to doing one pull-up one of these days….).
Dianne in the good days I used to have a personal trainer and it is the best thing ever. Your body will be the envy of all. If I could afford it again I would hire one .
I have done the threadmill 2 times this week thanks to your challenge. I still can’t find my pedometer. Will have to run to wally world this week to buy one.
That’s what you get for getting Mark up at 5:30.