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Be careful what you wish for. I started out exercising on the recumbent bicycle in Angel's studio today, but by the time everything was said and done, I was sobbing while I was trying to keep up with the treadmill. What's MPT's reaction? She increases the incline so I can't sob. I had to quit crying and suck it up.
"I'LL NEVER TAKE IT EASY ON YOU, JOANNE! NEVER!"
"WHATEVER." And I thought, this is no one's fault but mine. I asked her to work me out hard because tomorrow is supposed to be our last weigh-in, but who knew she'd really torture me like that? I was running at 5.5 at 4.0 incline for a loooooong time. I almost fell off once. None of that made a difference. Run, run, run!!!!
I should've known, too. As soon as Ericka arrived, she was on Ericka like fly on poop, talking about how she's not messing around anymore, we need to see results, blah, blah, blah. I thought she wouldn't dare say stuff to me because I've been the opposite. She has had to tell me to quit working out because I haven't been taking recovery days. But nooooooo.
As soon as I was done on the bike, I got on the treadmill for 10 minutes, then she made me do 100 crunches, and before I could complete them, she put me on the other treadmill and tortured me to tears. BUTCH.
She was like, "WHY ARE YOU CRYING? HUH? WHY?"
"I'M FREAKIN' TIRED, ANGEL!!!"
"TIRED??? TIRED???"
"YEAH, I'M TIRED."
"AND? SO?"
Don't get into conversations like that with her. You don't get anywhere. You just go in circles because she'll always say SO and AND and then combine them... AND SO????
Ugh. How about... kiss my glutes, lady??? So mad.
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