I've been having a great string of workouts. A few superb 1 hour cardio stints, strong strength training days and early morning "waker-uppers" --solid -- for the past 2 weeks.
But last night...took the cake...quite literally, because I burned a few hundreds of calories.
My husband came with me to the gym as my trainer this time. He kicked my butt in his "light" circuit. I LOVED IT! I am not gonna lie...I kicked and griped nearly the entire time.
He started me with some nice stretching for about 5 minutes and then all of a sudden my stretching turned in to his crazy warm up:
1.5 minutes at 4.5
4 30 second sprints at 8.5 with 20-30 second rests in between
HE IS CRAZY!!! AND I LOVE IT!!!!!
The rest of the curse inducing workout went as follows, with him shouting about my form the ENTIRE TIME hahaha:
Jumping squats with 5lbs each hand (20, 10, 10, 10)
Crunches on an "easy" incline (yeah right...easy my bahoondus) (25, 10, 10, 10)
Pushups (10, 12, 15, 10)
Flutters (20, 20, 20, 30)
My jello legs walked me to the water fountain as I swore to myself that I would stay better hydrated next time. Thank you husband. I so enjoy his help as I work hard to get in tip-top shape. He did "yell" at me the whole workout, but as soon as it was over, he patted me on the back and really offered great encouragement and compliments at the good workout I produced. I really gave my 150% during the workout, but felt like I was really falling short because he kept correcting me and telling me to push harder and not stop, but as soon as it was over...the truth came out...he was impressed....gosh that feels good...and it wiped away every memory of discouragement.