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The Personal Sadist decided the other day to do a leg-workout with me.
I have come to regret this decision.
We hadn’t done a session on my legs in about six months - I used to do some work on them in the days I went on my own, but what with work and play I’ve basically only been going to the gym when the sadist is making me go so legs have rather gone by the by.
Thursday afternoon they were so tired I could barely finish the crosstrainer session.
Friday I found myself going “ow” whenever I moved a leg. Walking was tricky.
Yesterday it was nigh on impossible. I could barely move without yelping and gasping and my attempts at going up and down stairs were something the flatmate found extremely amusing. Eventually as I found myself going step, “Argh!”, step, “Argh!”, step, “Argh!”, a voice came from the depths of his room: “Yeah, you like that, don’t you bitch?”
Sadly, at my age it’s probably the nearest I’ll get to taking part in a porn script. Ho hum.
Today I have more mobility, so perhaps by the time I see the sadist on Tuesday I’ll be able to run a mile.
Posted on May 13, 2007 | Filed Under Health and Fitness
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Response left by Mr Kenneth on May 17th, 2007
He wanted to do them again today but on the basis I have a boy over on Saturday and may wish to move a little more freely than I was last week, I managed to get him to move it to Tuesday instead.
Thank God.
It’s amazing how much damage they can do isn’t it?
Response left by Rob on May 17th, 2007
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I am in exactly the same state for exactly the same reason!
I was forced to do all manner of squats and lunges on Monday after months of upper body concentration and stairs are now beyond my ability. (I actually got in a customer lift this lunchtime in the bank to go up one floor!)
I have managed to surpress the moans however.