B-U-S-T-E-D! I am running around the kitchen, like a chicken with its head cut off, hiding the evidence. Only to realise and surprised myself more when I opened the front door to my house, that I was so calm and collected! I mean, there was a sprinkle of evidence crumbling from the corners of my mouth and chin after all… but she hadn’t noticed! I think it’s because I actually had hair on my head since the last time she saw me. So there was my huge distraction! But I was more afraid she’d discover the absolutely delicious double chocolate buttercream and chocolate chip cupcake I devoured seconds before she arrived. Now that was my Best for Friday.
Here’s my Worst. For those of you who aren’t privy, let me explain just who Mandy is. She’s my Personal Trainer. But not just your regular run-of-the-mill certified trainer, she is also certified in Yoga, Pilates, and the Alexander Technique. Her version of kicking my ass is harsher than you would get from a Floor Trainer when visiting a gym like Virgin Active (UK).
She’s tickled pink when we settle into the war-zone, where she’ll then proceed to assist me in lengthening my posture, find my inner core, and re-attach those butt muscles to my back again! Halelujiah – Praise Mandy!
‘Okay, now settle onto your side, body perfectly straight…’ she commands. At first, I start to wobble, I haven’t been here in this position in 2 weeks and I am losing my balance! Okay, now lift and extend your leg upwards. We are now going to tap our toe, then flex upwards then tap again…eight times. Then seven. The six…Do you think you can do this, Alex?’…Uh, No, I wanted to answer but through gritting and grinning teeth, I say ‘Yes’.
I get through the first set on my left side, then my right. I am counting down, 8-7-6-5…and so on….she then commands okay let’s switch it up and go for both sides in singles, ya know like The Charleston!…Whahhhhhhh?….OUCH! is all I can say!
After the session, I am stumbling to get up from my own rug! Although I let her into my house, aren’t there liability issues I should be addressing if I can’t get up? Hmmmmmm…
All I know is I am very thankful I have a woman readdressing what gravity is fiercely fighting me on. I feel like Hercules with his first set of 30KG barbells at 6 months old! Whew, next please!