Or so I thought.
I have stumbled into a den of lions! Okay, so maybe that was a tad melodramatic, but damn these guys are hardcore. "Hari-hari two solid hours," Wak Ali tells me, "I guarantee you akan lose weight or I chop my head off!"
After a pretty tame week of cardio on the bicycle, yesterday he decides to start me off with some pumping for my legs. First, he drags me off to this huge-ass torture implement called the Leg Press. I did 4 sets of 21 repetitions. Then it was the Leg Extensions. 4 sets 12 reps. Leg Curls. 4 sets 12 reps. By then my leg muscles (or lack thereof) were so numbed with pain they felt like strangers to me. "Yo James, we're your legs and we feel like kicking your ass for that shit you just put us thru!" That was two days ago. Today, my legs still feel like shit.
Anyway, he let me go back to my cardio after those. And for the first time, I felt fortunate to be able to go back up on the bike. But alas, more torture awaited. "OK, last one," Wak Ali called to me. "Ini paling difficult!" I could swear I heard him cackle like a witch under his breath. Front Squats. 4 sets 10 reps. He explains that this was so difficult that some guys actually blackout from doing this. Oh maaan!!
And as if 10 reps weren't bad enough, the guy comes along during my last set and asks me to do 20 instead. Shitshitshitshitshit!!!! By the sixth repetition, my legs were about to buckle under me. "Tak boleh, boss," I pleaded. "Yes you can," he yelled, "You can do it!"
Think fast James, think fast I told myself. And I did. I was desperate. And so, I took the path of the chickenshit. I feigned a blackout spell. "Pitam, boss," I told him I was on the verge of fainting. And he let me stop. "Eleeehhh... my wife boleh buat more that you," he laughed.
Not my finest hour, but a