Torture Tuesday

I'm really starting to enjoy our workouts with Thomas.  Shocking, I know.  Who would have ever thought that me, of all people, would actually find delight in these twice a week torture sessions?

While putting us thru our paces today - 320 grueling reps of back and chest exercises, I commented to Thomas that we like his style of training.  He doesn't give us hardly any time to rest and concentrates on more cardio.  I also said, "Steve was great because he got us strong and helped us build up a lot of muscle, although you probably can't really tell that much."

Thomas then says that we're "like sleeper cars".  Say what?  (Images of train sleeper cars goes thru my head at this point.)  According to him, sleeper cars (race cars) are all beat up and don't look like much, but then they come from behind to win the race.  

{I found this definition: A sleeper car refers to a vehicle that has lots of go with minimal show.}

All I heard was, "...all beat up... don't look like much..."  I gasped in mock-shock and he quickly started backpedaling, trying to make it sound better and that he hadn't just dissed us.  (And I thought I was doing so good.)  {I don't think Thomas has a truly mean bone in his body and I know he really was paying us a compliment.  I was just messing with him.}

So, lesson of the day:: We (Michelle and I) may not look like much on the outside, but we've got a lot to show for all our hard work on the inside.