Wednesday, Attila is coming over. And she's going to put me through another hour of high-intensity interval training, just like I did tonight.
It was the single hardest workout I've ever done. Seriously. You know how you say you're gonna cry if you're made to do one more thing?
I actually did cry.
The point for puking on my trainer had passed about forty minutes before.
Anyway, the dirty details will be up at Cranky Fitness on Friday, so check 'em out. I'm gonna have Attila write down every damn thing I do, with the weights I use, and you can be amazed. Or not.
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