Tomorrow’s always better, people.
Steph’s work is taking them all out bowling next Friday, and since the Old Man has no interest, she’s taking me to be her bowling partner! Whooo hooo!
That’s three weeks of bowling in a row! (I have another bowling date on Saturday)And this one’s free! Also, free beer and pizza! (because trust me, I deserve it, people!)
All that bowling is good for the ass. I’m telling you, though, my ass is really gonna have to start shaping up.
Today, at our work workout session, we added lunges to our sets and increased all our weights. Not just lunges in place, but across the gym. I’m not a weakling, mind, but I could barely get down the stairs afterward. It occurred to me that having a personal trainer is a lot like having an agent. That is, it’s having somebody who can do/think about a piece of a process for you so you don’t have to think about and you can actually concentrate on your work. Sure, you must be *aware* of that process, but you don’t have to take up all your time worrying about it.
I don’t have to remember how much weight I lifted last time or when I need to increase it or what exercise is next. They keep track of that and tell me and mix up the exercises every four weeks to make sure we’re getting different types of workouts that keep us seeing results. I don’t have to make up routines. About all I need to do is, you know, the actual work, and maybe count my own reps.
I could get used to this free personal trainer stuff.
Tasty, tasty work benefits.
