New Work Out

Today, I got to the gym earlier than I usually do. I dropped Mike off at the Kids Klub and headed to the locker room.

I hopped on the first available treadmill (not that there aren't a ton available). I set my incline to 7.0 and my speed to 3.0 and began my walk. It still amazes me how much easier this has all gotten for me. I don't need a book to cover the speed anymore. Once I finished my cardio, I headed downstairs to the machines.

I started my new leg workout today. I use the same machines but I do my sets differently. I do 4 sets on each machine. The first 2 sets are explosive (I do them as fast as possible) with a heavier weight and the last 2 sets are slow and hold. Man, did the last 2 set's burn. It was the good burn though. While I was working out there was another girl getting a training session. She sure was complaining a lot. I wonder what these trainers think when they get clients who do nothing but complain. I get that it hurts, it's suppose to. If it was easy, everyone would be healthy and at healthy weights. Her trainer put her on one of the hip/thigh machines and began another session of moaning and groaning. I chuckled and told her that that particular machine was not all that bad (I had just finished using it). She just complained more. Personally, I think she has the wrong attitude. When I first started my training sessions and going to the gym, I had the mentality that I would not tell my trainer that I could not do it. I would always try it to see if my body was able to handle it. To this day, I have yet to tell him that I can't do a specific workout and now, my body is getting used to it. 

Since I am a day behind because of yesterday, I am going to do my back workout tomorrow. Thankfully, Ben has not changed that workout (yet). He is changing my workouts to get me using the freemotion machines. This will help me when we transition into free weights. The last thing on my list for my new leg workout was 3 sets of 20 squats. Oh, how I love squats. That was sarcasm, if anyone missed it. I finished my squats and went to pick up Mike.

While I was waiting for Mike to put his shoes on, the lady behind the counter approached me. She informed me that Mike had let her know about the bird poop on our truck. I couldn't help but laugh. Mike and I washed the truck yesterday. This morning, as I was about to open the driver side door, I noticed that a bird had pooped on the window. I said out loud, "It figures that a bird would poop on the car right after I washed it." So of course, Mike shares it with his "teachers" (that's what he calls the ladies that work at the Kids Klub). How do birds poop sideways anyway?