Remember those seven thousand squats I boasted about completing the other day?
Well today it feels like there's a little tiger living in my quads and he's purring, happy and kneading the shit out of what's left of my muscle tissue.
YEAH it hurts a bit. My ass hurts, too.
But I love this pain. It symbolizes progression....kind of like a built in reminder that you are capable of pushing yourself harder than you pushed last time.
I find it amusing when I hear women in the gym whimpering their way through a workout. If I can hear your whines through my super sound proof Marley Revolutions then you need to please exit the gym. Go eat a protein bar, shoot a Red Bull and return when you have the energy to power through a worthwhile session. If you can't do that then you should exit and try again tomorrow.
But, admirably, if you still insist on completing your session then please refrain from having to make a scene that ensures the rest of the gym knows you are barely making it through your workout.
No one feels sorry for you. You're NOT adorable.
One woman in particular....around my age....had TWO trainers with her. A red shirt (newbie) and Pro Trainer encouraging her to "push through those sit ups!" "Six Pack Abs girl, SIX Pack!" the female trainer shouts with shaky encouragement as the client whines. They both know this client is being ridiculous, as their glances to one another say it all. But instead of being real and using their authority as trainers, they feed into her behavior and reward her whines with additional attention and coddling.
Girl, save your breath for those situps and maybe it won't torture your life to complete one rep.
The whimpering was so excessive and distracting that I felt a warm flush of "save-the-day" wash over my face and neck and wanted to burst at her with the type of enthusiastic anger that only a good coach could give a losing team. I couldn't just stand back and say nothing. She was better than that....anyone is better than that (usually).
But I said nothing. She has two trainers with her. They are not conscious enough to realize how damaging her behavior is - to herself. They're not telling her to stop. In another place and time....maybe I'd say something. But I had to finish foam rolling my legs since I beat the shit out of myself moments prior with marathon squats.
And when I endured that pain I never said a word. I just did it because it was what needed to be done.
Embrace the pain. It will always bring change.
.
Well today it feels like there's a little tiger living in my quads and he's purring, happy and kneading the shit out of what's left of my muscle tissue.
YEAH it hurts a bit. My ass hurts, too.
But I love this pain. It symbolizes progression....kind of like a built in reminder that you are capable of pushing yourself harder than you pushed last time.
I find it amusing when I hear women in the gym whimpering their way through a workout. If I can hear your whines through my super sound proof Marley Revolutions then you need to please exit the gym. Go eat a protein bar, shoot a Red Bull and return when you have the energy to power through a worthwhile session. If you can't do that then you should exit and try again tomorrow.
But, admirably, if you still insist on completing your session then please refrain from having to make a scene that ensures the rest of the gym knows you are barely making it through your workout.
No one feels sorry for you. You're NOT adorable.
One woman in particular....around my age....had TWO trainers with her. A red shirt (newbie) and Pro Trainer encouraging her to "push through those sit ups!" "Six Pack Abs girl, SIX Pack!" the female trainer shouts with shaky encouragement as the client whines. They both know this client is being ridiculous, as their glances to one another say it all. But instead of being real and using their authority as trainers, they feed into her behavior and reward her whines with additional attention and coddling.
Girl, save your breath for those situps and maybe it won't torture your life to complete one rep.
The whimpering was so excessive and distracting that I felt a warm flush of "save-the-day" wash over my face and neck and wanted to burst at her with the type of enthusiastic anger that only a good coach could give a losing team. I couldn't just stand back and say nothing. She was better than that....anyone is better than that (usually).
But I said nothing. She has two trainers with her. They are not conscious enough to realize how damaging her behavior is - to herself. They're not telling her to stop. In another place and time....maybe I'd say something. But I had to finish foam rolling my legs since I beat the shit out of myself moments prior with marathon squats.
And when I endured that pain I never said a word. I just did it because it was what needed to be done.
Embrace the pain. It will always bring change.
.