I met Satan today, and he sucks!

Okay, I think I met Satan today. He is the trainer at the gym / sponsor of our race team for next year. I ride with him quite a bit, go to his spin classes and hang out with him from time to time. Generally a very nice guy, at least until today.

I get to the gym and they are getting ready to have a group workout thing. He tells me to jump in so I decided to give it a try. It wasn’t really the type workout that I was after but figured what the heck, a nice rest day would be nice. Afterall, it was just a few women and a couple of older (heavier) gentlemen.

Satan (aka Jeremy) hands me two 30 pound dumb bells. He gives everyone else 15 – 25 pounders. I figured how good of a workout could anyone get with 30 pound weights, boy did I find out. The workout conisted of curls, military presses, lunges, and sumo squats. It started off doing one of each, lunges one each leg. Next set was two of each, etc, etc. The goal was to make it to ten of each exercise. By the time I made it to four my legs were starting to cramp up. Five was miserable, six I was seeing stars. At eight all I could do was think about how evil that SOB was. I hated life. I didn’t make it to ten. He let me stop at eight, well not exactly stop. Next I did seven, then six, then five, etc, etc.

Needless to say, by the time we were finished I would have loved to have had some five pound weights. Those thirty pounders felt like they weighed 100 pounds each. I dreaded each time he finished his set and handed me the weights.

Once I finished I jumped on the treadmill a few minutes to stretch out a little then I took a shower. After the shower I sat down and I thought my legs were going to fall off. I could barely get out of the chair. My legs were shaking, trying to cramp. I did finally get up and somehow managed to walk to my truck. Getting in it was a real challenge, if that wasn’t bad enough each time I pushed in the clutch I felt like screaming. I finally made it to my parking spot at work. Next challenge, walk 1/4 mile from my parking spot to the office. Somehow I made it but I cursed Satan out every step of the way.

Right now I am setting in my chair in ten different types of pain. I can’t wait for my next workout. The only thing I look forward to more is the next time we head out for a road ride, I’m picking the route!

~ by lowcel on November 28, 2007.