Ok, I figured out what
Ok, I figured out what it was... he upped my damn weights again and didnt tell me. Same thing yesterday, but then I hurt my shoulder handing him a dumbell (I moved wrong). Figures. Saturday I'm doing a make-up workout for next week, and I'm hoping one of the apartment complexes I'll be at in SF has a weight room too... just to keep moving along. At the very last I can still do crunches and push-ups, and I wont need to touch the treadmill.
I started hitting the treadmill before my workouts this week. Feels good. Not getting tired as fast. That rocks. Eventually, when I have my evenings back again, I'd like to start biking thru the neighborhood.
So, I'm not as weak as I've thought. Bastard just keeps upping my weights. nala says "I dont understand how he keeps upping your weights. You only go in for a half hour twice a week!" Well, trust me, he does, and I feel it, and you can see my body changing shape. Aside from my belly. Which I'm working on.
No more pizza and beer. (Sheeah, right).