An early morning weight training session this morning.
Not exactly helped by a night out with my friend Anja, Mr M and three French martinis. Well they have fruit juice in them, it’s almost good for me.
Adam had me in the alpha male, rock music room doing Olympic lifts, 12kg Kettlebells and swinging around 5kg dumb bells while lying on an exercise ball, pushing up my hips and trying to count slowly and not pay attention to my screaming core muscles.
If I don’t have a six-pack by August I will be miffed.
My last set of exercises were one-legged squats. Not too deep, more an exercise in keeping core firm, hips straight and feeling the muscles work without exhaustion. There’s a special name for it, which of course I’ve forgotten, but they are about building muscle around joints to ensure the body can cope with the demands sport puts on it. According to Adam this is why footballers etc get injured, because they can do all the speed and control work, but the joints aren’t properly supported to prevent what is often avoidable injury. Of course, you are stood in the middle of the alpha male room, stood on one leg, looking a bit like you’re attempting ballet in trainers… it’s not exactly the stuff of alpha dreams.