Last year just a few months before my wedding my Mom and I took a trip down to San Diego to finalize wedding plans. Our good friend Pia suggested we come see her personal trainer and have a work-out session at the gym. I thought it was a good idea-after all, i've always wanted to see a trainer and Pia's got a rock-hard bod, so I thought what the heck!
This was a bad decision.
I have never worked out like that in my life.
The warehouse was intimidating enough, but Markshane? are you kidding me? Her trainer is a dark chocolate Greek God? And i'm expected to focus. heh.
So the work-out began. He told me multiple times to go outside. to puke.
And if that wasn't enough-he got down in my face while doing push-ups and in true-drill sargeant fashion yelled, "C'mon E! 5 more! Here comes the bride!"
At that point I didn't care if I looked like Jabba the Hut walking down the aisle. I wanted this to be over.
The next day was worse. I literally couldn't sit up in bed.
So when Pia sent me this video today with the note, "We missed you at the workout!", I had to admit, I didn't miss them at all.
Don't let that 89 1/2 year-old woman fool you.
I'm sure she's got buns-o-steel. And can bench a buck and a half.
Oh, and FYI-Pia is the one doing the ring push-ups. She's a machine.