Bench Press

It's all I can do to type.  This morning was upper body day with my trainer.  The name of the place is Absolute Results.  I'm becoming a believer. 

Being the fish out of water that I am in a gym full of weights,  I was a bit trepidus when we approached the formidable looking bench press.  My former football player trainer smiled and said, "we're going to see what you're made of now".  This is week three, and there I was finally looking up at a cold iron bar and 45lb plates on each side.  The bar came down and only slightly crushed my chest before I heaved it back to starting position on rep one.  Repetition two was good, and three, actually all the way to ten.  I'm a good meat-head after all.

We did it all today.  As we approached the bench  for the final round he had me do some odd move at the end where you lower the bar to your chest as slowly as possible, then push it up fast. Repeat four times....then jump down on the ground and do as many push-ups as you can until complete fatigue.  I felt physically sick at that point, but it was kind of nice to finally collapse on the floor.  It was over.