TWO DAYS BEFORE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW

TODAY!

That "thinking" thing again!!!  It must have been my feet doing the thinking this time because if it had been my brain, things today would definitely be different. Today will be the second of three days in a row with my personal trainer. Three days in a row. Someone should call the Cops! He is trying to kill me...  I believe he is into "my" fitness challenge more than I am. He is absolutely fixated on the fact that this is the last week for this session and is determined to make sure that I end it swimming in the bottom of a Motrin bottle!  Last night after our workout, he said "eat a good breakfast tomorrow, you are going to need it".  Huh?!  What exactly does that mean???  Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow with the the Devil's Spawn. He has a Master's Degree in torture. Seriously, all those years of school just to inflict the maximum amount of pain in a multitude of different ways and using tools I had never even imagined.  

Those big huge yellow "beach balls" are for the beach, not for balancing, contorting and snorting on while I slam out one more crunch. Being an old Sailor, I had never imagined using big heavy line (Battle Ropes) to turn my arms into two pieces or worthless spaghetti.  

They are for tying up things, not turning my arms into two longs masses of quivering, sweaty useless pieces of meat! Who thinks these things up?  What sick and twisted minds are at work here?  It is almost entertaining to listen to the Snap, Crackle and Pop of my shoulder joints as I watch the waves the ropes make...ALMOST!  TODAY...two days before the day after tomorrow.  Time to go get beat up and abused.  Later!