If someone ever said to me “Get down there and give me 200 crunches!” my reply would probably be “Seriously? I don’t think so.” 200 crunches sounds daunting, doesn’t it? I’ve read articles about celebrities who keep their flat stomachs by doing 200 crunches a day. Not for me, no way.
Last night was my night with the Ab Killer. She doesn’t make me do crunches. Surprised? Don’t be. She’s got all kinds of other fun ab exercises to do instead. Most of them involve the medicine ball, which right now makes those ab exercises at least 6 pounds more effective.
And there are a lot of them. And a lot of reps of each (although not 200…not all in one exercise anyway). We do sit-ups, V-things, side to side stuff, leg lifts, all kinds of contortions in the name of looking good.
On the way home last night I did the math. Probably not a good idea. Six to seven ab-targeted exercises at 30 to 40 reps each (she has trouble keeping count, on purpose I think). That adds up to roughly 20o reps, give or take. Huh. And all this time I thought I was avoiding crunches.
Seriously, it’s great to be working with a trainer. Jen pushes me much harder than I’d ever push myself from an abs perspective. And then when I’m doing the workout at home, I push just as hard because, well, that’s just the way I am.
I’m telling you, when I lose this last 20 pounds, there better be a six-pack waiting for me!
Mentioning my Monday night routine to a coworker today, he asked me if Jen’s real name wasn’t Helga….Mistress of Pain. Wonder if she’d like that one?