Torture Tuesday

Ok, I'm not gonna lie.  I felt pretty darn cool after today's workout with Thomas.  

We worked our upper body by lifting heavy weight for only 8 reps, then moved on to the next machine and did 8 reps, then the next machine for 8 reps, etc.  I didn't start struggling until towards the end.  I would get to the 5th rep and have to take a little break.  All in all, I held my own and kinda busted right on thru as if those weights were made of butter. (We were lifting anywhere between 40 and 70 lbs - depending on the machine.)

Poor Michelle was having a bit of a struggle and whined enough to rival my aunt Gale, who happens to be an Olympic Whiner.   Michelle is coming off of a month long bout with bronchitis, so Thomas cut her some slack, and rightly so.

After the torture, we hopped on treadmills to finish out with some cardio.  I started goofing off and began to jog.  (I know, I know...)  I immediately stopped because my boo-tay did some unsightly jiggling and that just didn't feel right.  Probably didn't look so right, either.  

My apologies to the people on the machines behind me.  Whoopsy!  

{Note to self::  Lose 20 more lbs before giving running another whirl.}