Bastard knew I cheated. Made me do crunches. Lots of them, compared to the zero I've been doing. I hurt like hell. My stomach is tight though. Tight but painful. Bastard.
Did more tricep work, and chest, and shoulders. Normal stuff. Stuff I know how to do, and am getting comfortable with. Except for the fact he keeps upping my weights. Just when I get comfortable, he tells me something like "4 sets, 6 reps, 10 lbs more than last time."
F*ck you! That's hard! Damn! I realize you're a farmboy like me, but I haven't actually WORKED a farm for 10 years. Well, less than that, but still.
If I hadn't paid good money for this, scheduled time for this, and had someone there to push me... I wouldn't be there. Definitely.
Maybe he looked me up. Maybe he reads this. Hi Scott, you bastard. My abs are killing me today. See you tomorrow.
End of week 3.
Posted by gigamatt at June 20, 2001 09:51 AM