A Playful Misconception, A Childhood's Dream

I almost cried just now. I felt the tears about to flow out and I’ll start sobbing like a little girl, “No, no, I can’t do it anymore. I need to stop.”

It was excruciating pain working on my deltoids while the trainer pushed me to keep going.

This was the second day of working out with a personal trainer. The result from the first day were aches all over my body, especially on my chest, wing, and biceps. That was two days ago and today I still can’t straighten both my arms.

Today’s workout had a lot to do with shoulders so I can anticipate shoulder aches tomorrow, or even later tonight.

But the worst experience was during that particular workout on the deltoids, when I forced myself to suck it up and push through the pain, I was counting the fifth repetition when the trainer miscounted and said “Four!” I moaned through the pain and went on to “Six” in my head but the trainer said “Five” from behind. Going from “seven” to “six” was one of the toughest thing I have ever had to do mentally, but in the end I surprised myself by going all the way to fifteen to complete that set. And that was when the workout for the day had just begun too.