Mike decided that he would try the same strength moves as me.
The moves that caused me to waddle around like a broken down duck for a week straight.
When we did the squats, push-ups, and other death moves, Mike said that he was surprised that it was so difficult, but he seemed to do okay.
But soon...
HE was the one with the waddle.
HE was the one who almost threw up his protein shake.
HE was the one who whimpered every time he bent down to fill up the dog's water bowl.
(Though he did get over it much faster than me... and honestly, he didn't bitch NEARLY as much... and then he went and climbed a mountain...but still...)
And even though I would NEVER wish that pain on the man I love... it still felt kinda awesome.
In other news, I've continued the same workout program as last week and I'm getting better. I'm still sore, but not immobile. I'm sure it will get worse once I add weight and different moves, but for now I'm happy I can get into my car without weeping.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Fit or Fail: Squats are not for Sissies Edition
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