Evil Woman Try Kill Dave...

In a vain, vain effort to beat the onset of even worse 40+ bulges we decided that we'd enlist the help of a personal trainer.  The idea was thus: when I do motivate myself to get the gym I've fallen into a habit of doing a circuit of exercises I can do in my sleep which don't really push me, second, we are both really good at substituting motivation for Chunky Monkey ice cream or similar.

Enter Devin stage left.  We interviewed a few trainers, one screwed us out of a consultation fee which I'm happy to have paid never to spend any time in her company again.  In comparison Devin is quiet, unassuming, and, in a mistake of  "hell, fly the shuttle, a little cold never hurt anyone" proportions, we thought she'd be easy to work with.

I think she's trying to kill me.

We're on session 4 now, 2 weeks in.  Each week is more and more intense and all in a quiet, happy, it'll be fun voice she gives us simple sounding exercises which are slowly killing me.

She'll drop into some strange position.  "Ok, Dave, now do this."  She says.

DO WHAT??!?!?  I don't understand what the hell you have just done with your limbs!  How did you get your foot there?  Surely the arm doesn't go at that angle, and why does it seem your neck has dislocated...

On the plus side, we're doing it.  Two intense one hour sessions a week, with other visits to the gym.

It'll start working, that's what I keep telling myself.

And now off to the pub ;)