Like a T-Rex

Today was just as crazy work wise as yesterday, but I managed to make my two o'clock workout appointment with Marisa and my girls.  Last week when we were discussing how we could switch things up and get off of our collective plateaus, Marisa suggested that we would have more time to workout if we didn't chat as much. She had observed that Jeff worked the guys out so hard that they couldn't physically talk to each other.  Like I said, I could see her wheels turning.  I made a pledge to chat less, but turns out I wouldn't need to...

We started out doing stations of different arm exercises.  The first rotation we did 25 reps at each station (75 reps in all), the next go round was 20 reps (60 in all), and then 15 the next (45 in all) for a grand total of 180 reps of pure arm ripping.  Ouch.  Next we were off to the treadmill to work the belt without power for ten sets of sprints.  As I got it going faster than I ever have before (I was at a jog for crying out loud!) the sweat started to pour out of me and over the speakers came the song "I'm Riding Solo."   By the time we reached the halfway point on the treadmill, I'd changed the lyrics in the song to, "I'm gonna throw up, I'm gonna throw up, I'm gonna throw up, throw up."

We weren't finished yet.  It was back to some more arm rotations and another 180 reps.  Whew!  By the time we were done, I was dripping sweat and feeling shredded all over.   My arms, which are usually my best muscle group, wanted to draw up into my chest.  I felt like a T-Rex.   But, because I'm sick like that, I was happy.  Good job Marisa!

Like a T-Rex