I love the man. Oodles and buckets. Working out with him is one of the smartest decisions I have made in a long time. The end results will prove this. Meanwhile for now my muscles scream in terror when we get to the gym.
He won’t let me overdo anything, which is great. I want to start with heavier resistance than I should, and it’s great that he is preventing me from doing that. But he makes me do 3 sets of ten reps on 3 or 4 machines and laughs – he laughs an evil giggle – when I grunt or spit fire at him because my muscles have turned to jelly and are protesting vigorously. His laugh as he increased the resistance on the elliptical is still echoing in the gym. How was I supposed to know that level 1 was for wussies??
However when the KoD is massaging his sore muscles from the insane workout he does I am all tea and sympathy. No evil laugh anywhere to be found. Why is this? he keeps telling me it will be worth it in the end.
I’m so impatient though. I want results. I want them now. And I see no change, no muscle definition, no six pack – although I do have more energy. KoD tells me I have to give it at least a fortnight to start seeing any difference.
I told him he is the trainer from Hell. He does not let up. He says that he has seen trainers that are way too easy on their clients. You are paying for their service – they need to provide the right bang for your buck.
Maybe this could be a career shift for the KoD? Would you hire my
sadist husband to train you??
(Blogged with permission from his KoDness)