This was the last day of this quarter’s brutal upper body routine with the personal trainers at work. I received relief a couple of weeks ago on the lower body workout (which was primarily walking lunges, squats, and one-legged lunges, all weighted), which made going to the gym bearable (we’re now doing drop sets).
Today was my last day of this routine (they change them every 4-6 weeks, depending on how we’re performing). I admit that I nearly cried there a couple of times at the beginning, because I fucking hate, fucking hate, fucking hate pushup rows, and knowing this was my last day of them made me hate them even more. And then I hated myself for hating them.
No pain, no gain?
The routine:
Pushup rows: set of 12 with 15 lb weights
Squat thrust jumps: set of 10
Repeat X3
Assisted pullup: set of 12
High knee jumps: set of 15
Repeat X3
Lateral raises with band: set of 15
Jumping jacks: set of 12
Repeat X3
And then:
Tricep extensions with 30lb weight: 12 reps
X3
Bicep curls with 20 lb weight: 12 reps
X3
And finally:
Medicine ball situps: 45 sec
Knee tucks: 45 sec
Plank: 45 sec
Oblique crunches left: 45 sec
Obligue crunches right: 45 sec
X2
It was the first time I wanted to kill my personal trainer.
I’ll find out next week what new torturous routine he’s cooked up for us for the next 6-week cycle.
