Don't Worry, I'll Catch You (or Russ the Trainer Trying to Make My Death Look Accidental)

Because I am an idiot, last night I told Russ I wanted to work my arms and my abs. I pay him - he wasn't going to make me do lunges or squats if I don't want to! To my surprise, he was totally agreeable - and then proceeded to try to kill me. Oh, don't get me wrong, he's wily - we started off slow, doing exercises I'd done before.

But then, then came the part where I was pretty sure it was going to end badly. I'm not entirely sure how to adequately explain it. He went over to the weight-assisted dip/pull-up machine and attached this harness with handles to it. Then he asked me to take the handles and extend myself as far back to the floor as I could go - promising to catch me if I fell (which I wasn't sure I believed) - so that I was leaning back at an angle. Then I had to use my arms to pull all of my body weight forward. Yikes.

This is where the story turns anti-climatic cause I didn't die, fall or get hurt. Well, except for the dull ache throughout my torso and arms. Which I like to think means all of this might be working and not a complete waste of time. I'm actually feeling way more energetic lately and like I might be seeing results. I'm hoping to take a run in the park tonight - we'll see how that goes.

Oh - and Russ still tried to sneak a squat in. But I am too uncoordinated and so wasn't capable of squatting and doing the arm motion he wanted. Take that, Russ!