Ok so I failed English Language at school – well I couldn’t really see the point of studying it, me being English ‘n’all – anyway loooong time ago, but I’m thinking that maybe English English and Australian English are not the same… I’ve been in Australia for 13 years now, so I have probably picked up a few of the colloquialisms and maybe it’s not just my poor liguistic skills….
so what am I rambling about? well, my trainer txt’d me yesterday to see if I was feeling better – so I said yes and I would be at training today and… he needed to ‘be gentle’
so we’re doing straight single leg lunges with a barbell across my shoulders – I thought it was quite heavy and so I mentioned how weak I was today and then I only managed 15 lunges per leg – normally I can squeeze out 20, which sort of confirmed to me that I was a bit below my usual standard
hmm..this doesn’t bode well for the rest of the session..
next unilateral leg presses – its was HEAVY! damn..really struggled. I was beginning to think it was going to turn into one of those sessions which are a long hard grind, you know one of those when you just have to grit your teeth and sweat it out.
So when I finally was able to crawl off the leg press machine and was about to mention this to Aiden – I noticed that he was trying desperately not to laugh at me
whats so bloody funny?
just cos I’m a bit underdone there’s no need to rub it in…
he’d only gone and upped the weights by 10kg so PB’s on both exercises!
‘Gentle’ my arse! sneaky bugger
so is that a case of Lost in Translation…or are PT’s just sadistic?