Legs and Sprints

It was leg day today.


I love training legs. In fact, let’s be honest, now, who cares about biceps or a barrel chest when you have good legs? No woman is ever going to have her head turned by a massive pair of guns or a 52” chest…..

Ok, so maybe I am wrong, but there is something awesome about loading up a bar with weight and banging out sets of squats until the cows come home. It is such a basic exercise but such a powerful one and I am always surprised at the number of people who don’t squat correctly…top tip – they are called sissy squats for a reason…

Trevor also threw in some triceps today as he doesn’t like me coming out the gym dripping in sweat and smiling. My wife always likes this as she says my triceps were the first thing that attracted her to me (and there was me thinking that it was something to do with my winning personality or that on the night we first met I was drunk as a lord and knocking back key-lime martinis…)

Straight after the weights it was onto the treadmill for sprints (note: Trevor has banned me from the treadmill as it's way too easy to get injured running on it, but he gave me special dispensation today as I had a pretty sleepless night last night and would probably have got lost if I had been allowed to run outside…)

I don’t like sprint training. No one does. It’s painful, and dull and pretty demanding. However, it seems to reap spades on race day so I grit my teeth and do it. Today I simply had to listen to some music and turned the IPod up full volume. I threw on some James Brown, some Janice Ian, some Freezepop and finally some Grease, because, after all, grease is the word…

As I left the gym I felt a certain degree of smugness as I don’t have to sprint until next week again…