How women are different from men-Part Deux
For those of you who read Monday’s post, you know that I was invited to do legs with a pair of Amazonian women. Although I had no little trepidation (fearing that I would be put to shame), I accepted nonetheless. In the back of my mind, I was half convinced that the ladies would stand me up. In this day and age, hardly anyone means what they say anymore. Still, I got to the gym at the appointed time. Much to my happy surprise, the gals were there, waiting for my arrival, and raring to go.
The workout tracker only tells half of the story. For every set I thought was completed, the gals(Jennifer and Michele) insisted I do "just one more rep". Needless to say, all of those "just one more reps" added up to about twice the amount to what I am accustomed. Even now, almost 90 minutes later, I can still feel the blood surging through my veins. I’ve got adreline going for me now, but I can imagine how sore I am going to be on the morrow.
Yet…and yet…I wouldn’t have traded this session for a pocketful of money. Jennifer and Michele are honest, down-to-earth people, and generously big-hearted. They told me some very funny stories about competing on the local circuit and kept me motivated through the entire workout. They are both the real deal. At the end of today’s workout, as I crawled away from them, Jennifer asked if I wanted to join them for chest exercises tomorrow.
I said yes, but then again, I’m crazy.
