I never learn.

Just like when I said I hated my saddlebags, as soon as the above statement left my lips, I regretted it.

I would blog about this session better, except that I don’t remember the names of all the different exercises I was put through for my arms and shoulders. Here’s what I can remember: Shoulder press with increments in weight, shoulder lifts using dumbbells, another kind done with your chest to the bench, arms opening up like a fly… it’s all one painful haze now.

“Honestly speaking, your arms and shoulders are very weak. You have to work harder,” says the trainer.

“jkhcjbdihfgif,” said I, trying to do leg lifts and bicep curls at the same time. This two-in-one exercise was not my idea, obviously. Why would I want to put myself through the embarrassment of arms and legs going every which way when I’d be the first to admit I have extremely poor coordination? Hell, I can’t even clap and sing and the same time, let alone balance on my ass, move my knees in a prescribed direction and lift dumbbells (don’t bend your wrists!).

Who knows? By the end of the next four sessions I could be doing dips, hamstring curls and crunches all at the same time, then I’d be the resident attraction at the gym! WAHAHAHHA… I’m going nuts.