So my trainer, I'll call him "Rambo" for today, had this great idea to show me all the ab machines last Saturday. It was awesome. So awesome that as late as Tuesday night I still couldn't use my muscles to turn over in bed because it hurt so badly.
Ok, that was an exaggeration. For starters, I actually asked for an ab workout. (I may as well have asked to stand and be punched directly into the stomach repeatedly!) Oh, and the whole not-able-to-turn-over-in-bed thing only lasted until Monday morning. (That isn't an exaggeration even a little! I didn't even want to eat for two days.)
All was going great during this 30 minute ab marathon until we hit the dreaded "incline slant ab crunch board thingamajiggy." This is a device that was taken off the list of interrogation tactics for suspected terrorists because it was deemed to be cruel and unusual punishment.
It is the first device at Golds Gym that has (temporarily) beaten me. I couldn't even do one of these things with good form or as high as Rambo wanted me to go. I am spitting mad. So I'm going to do what any self-respecting stubborn hard-headed woman would do.
I WILL post an update to this when I can do at least 10 of these in PERFECT form. Oh yes, I will.