I feel it in my quads; I feel it in my hams
I’ve re-engaged Coach. I had to do it. Training without her barking encouragement in my ear was like Sherlock Holmes going off on a case without Dr. Watson at his side. My training was somehow incomplete. It was missing an essential element, and that missing ingredient was Rachelle.
She’s a tiny woman with a heart as big as all outdoors. She’s kind and gentle and funny, except when she’s training you. Then, she’s all business. She watches you like a hawk, and is quick to swoop in and point out your flawed form. She demands one more rep, and by God, she gets it, even when your mind is convinced that your body has nothing left to give. She is the most demanding, encouraging, provocative trainer that it has ever been my privilege to work with.
I literally could not walk after my leg workout with her today. Couldn’t do it. I pumped out that last leg extension on the last set of the last exercise we had planned for the day, and then I collapsed, muscles quivering as though stimulated by electrical impulses. I’m telling you, boys and girls, if this doesn’t do it, nothing will.
