Monday, 14 May 2018
Getting Up For Training... Ugh
During the holidays I was hanging out with my father. We did so many different "activities" together.
On a bright Monday morning my dad barged into my nan's room and woke me up. At first he gave me a fright. He then jumped on me, I couldn't breathe! "Jess, get up. We're going to the gym!"
I looked at him tired and annoyed.
It took me a long period of time to get out of bed. I did not want to leave the warmth of my blankets. I eventually got up, brushed my teeth and got dressed. As I was putting my t-shirt over my head I felt like I was going to fall.
I then grabbed my shoes and waited by my dad. He looked at me in a weird way so I started staring at him. After sometime, we had to leave the house. I hadn't even put my shoes on! As I sat in the car I looked outside my window day dreaming.
Once we arrived I slipped on my shoes and prepared myself for the training session that was about to begin.
A few minutes later
It was around 9:30 a.m when my dad started his training session. We did kicksits, push ups, kettlebell swings and many other movments. The workout he had designed was fun and tiring.
By the end of the session I was exhausted! I could barely move my arms, nor my legs. Luckily, we did some stretching otherwise I wouldn't have been able to transfer myself from inside the gym to the car!