Reps

Kip 

Do you really think getting a personal trainer will break all those bad habits I have cultivated for years? Lynn, ever the optimist, gave me a Christmas gift that just keeps on giving... a personal trainer (for a limited time!). She told the folks at 24 Hour Fitness she wanted the biggest, ugliest, meanest, trainer they had to get her husband in shape. What I got was Kip. Great kid! From Arkansas at that! He starts going through the routine and talking about these reps. I am going through the routine thinking after each sadistic tool he introduces, "Man, I'll never use that again." and "Boy, I'm glad that's over with." Then at the end, I'm gasping for breath and he's saying stuff like "Do this one 3 times 15 for 45 reps." Do that one 75 reps." "I want to see you here 3-4 times a week working on these." So, in my head, I'm lining up 12 friends that can be my representative for each of these knee crunching, belly busting exercises--but there's no way, I can get 75 friends to be my reps. Then, the fog clears. Kip thinks I am going to sit on that ball and contort my body 75 times -over and over and over. I've got a headache! Think I'll have some ice cream and go take a nap.