I did 4x15 of those suckas on each leg, then moved to bridges on the stability ball (humpers). GUY...walks over to me and asks, "how long have you been doing those one-legged squats like that? I dunno...a while" in a what's-your-point-here voice. And I don't think I'm super strong or anything - I just think that the workouts I've scrapped together are different from the normal inner thigh/outer thigh/quad/bicep machine then off to the elliptical routine that most - some! So I told him what I was already doing and he showed me a few things and the last thing, the very last one, I can't do, and he danced a little jig.
It involved laying on a bench holding on with my hands over/behind my head, tucking my feet to my butt, and then using my abs to lift my ass up over my head. Now, let's face it, I am carrying quite a bit of junk back there in my trunk.
) and I don't think I've ever seen one with scallion pancakes. Then ridiculous reverse squats on the machine using my head.
There was one in Waldorf when I lived there, but nothing any closer. Then combo lunge/drive-throughs with a medicine ball and a jump. Every once in a while he would show me something I already do, so I'd say, nope, show me something new. ) After about 30 minutes it obviously became a challenge - he was trying to find something I would die doing. And he kept making comments about how strong I was - and I know that this was partly just a thing trainer guys do to make you feel better, but it made me feel awesome.
I'll be able to park my bike without a kickstand when I stop for water. He says, "Yup, this one is going to be hard for you, because you've got a black girl butt." (Pause while a bunch more offended people unfollow and/or send me nasty comments about THIS IS AMERICA YOU KNOW). My dad basically laughed his ass off when I told him how I got dragged into a seriously awesome training session, because, well, he raised me. So he took me home, I picked up G, and he got a pawdicure (so cute) for the first time.
You see, I was just outside Philly, and a comment like that is essentially akin to a marriage proposal. My grandparents came over Saturday night for dinner on the grill (yum!
The reason they use arrows, for example, is because the wounds won’t heal until the arrows are removed.
Chris then brandishes the arrow that Allison shot at the Fake Deputy’s leg last week and asks her if she recognizes it.And I usually hate leftovers, but this was good warmed up for lunch the next day. It was a pretty standard gym - weights on the floor, cardio machines on a second floor wraparound that overlooked the main floor. Oh hi, he's the guy that heads up personal training for some of the LA Fitness's (Fitness'? ) in the area, and he's bored because of a no-show. This is also the kind of thing that randomly happens to me. And a guy starts talking to me about how he can change the design on my dress? (Pause while all the feminists unfollow me.) I DO have a bit of a tummy, thankyouverymuch, but I've lost almost 20 lbs in the past 4 months and because of mean awesome Heather I am freakin' working on my abs in particular right now and have you ever even MET a woman before?I always start my day with the one-legged Bosu squats I love so much. Now, this happens in my gym sometimes (random guys talking to me about my workouts) - generally because I am, as a woman, in the minority in the free weight/scary weight machine area. Oh, he's the guy that owns the company and started out with a sewing machine in his mom's basement and he's in DC for the line's trunk show. My ego says, "OUCH I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS HERE."But in all seriouslyness, it's kind of awesome to work with someone who isn't afraid to point out the things you should work on, even if gurrl can't even SPELL tact (t-a-c-t.).Before Allison can even react, Chris explains that these are the difficult choices that hunters have to make, but the decisions aren’t made by him.Allison assumes that Gerard is calling the shots, but actually, in their family, the tradition is that the men go out and do the killing, but the women get to make all the final decisions.As soon as he’s gone, all the lights in the gas station go off, and Allison fumbles with the pump nervously in a hurry to get going.