Fitness on Fire

What a Friday!!! It’s a Coronation public holiday here and I took an advantage of it getting up rather late to ease up the fatigue of running around during the days and too many late nights translating. It didn’t help much as the weather was rather hot and stuffy. Bit of rain didn’t help either. I was again stuck with my translation work of which the original was rather poor written. Not surprisingly,my mood wasn’t on a brighter side.

There came the time for the gym. My PT actually warned me that as we were now half way through our 30-hour training course, it would be tougher…‘programme from hell’ to quote him. Today, he was indeed trainer from hell as he started putting more weight and number of repetitions in each set for me and forced me to finish that bloody training. No more giggle!!!! Being me, I managed to snap back whenever he miscounted my (sweaty and hard) efforts. Seeing me annoyed, he rewarded me with his very cheerful laugh. Man!!!! how I wish to kick his ass! The last triceps and biceps work out was the worse when he asked me to lift 7 kg. for 20 times when I was comfortable with 5 and 15. It was so painful that I stop half way trying to hold back my tears. I swear to myself, I must achieve my goal and will not get this fat again. I can’t imagine losing only 1.5 kg. could be bloody hard work.