Brad, The Personal Trainer Who Looks Like Justin Timberlake has Shelane, Hoppe and me go through several circuits of strength training that we go through twice before moving onto another. He works every muscle in our bodies and, thus far, has been the best trainer I've ever had.

Also the hottest but that's not as important. It just helps.

Brad uses just about every tool possible, from Bosus to benches, from free weights to machines, everything. Last night he brought out what looked like a ladder that my preschool teachers used to hang from the ceiling for us to climb during our gym classes. Brad placed it on the floor and explained that as an element of our second circuit, we'd have to jump in and out of each square, knees up, double time, similar to the exercise you see football players do in tires. Piece of cake, right?

Well, yes, if: 1) You don't perform this task directly after Brad traps two tight resistance bands around your waist, grabs hold of the handles and makes you sprint down the hall WHILE DRAGGING HIS COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYING ASS. This was so hard that Hoppe and I got splitting headaches from the blood rush. 2) If I wasn't wearing yoga pants that offered no support to the buddha.

We don't do much in the way of bouncing during our sessions and I'm smart enough to know that anytime I'm doing cardio I need to wear something to keep my boobs and belly from flapping around. It's not sexy, it's not a pretty picture but it's the truth. Because if I don't you have me last night: self-conscious and uncomfortable. The combination of those two things had me doing the exercise at a less effective level though there was a positive:

Fuck if I want to give into my PMS temptations if it means keeping this bely around any longer than necessary. Seriously, nothing is a better deterrent from eating cheese than the feeling of one's stomach flopping in the wind.

NOTHING.

Posted by Erin at 12:10 PM | filed under: Training

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