Today I was supposed to have a technique session with the head coach but one of the other props had to cancel so we're going to reschedule it. Today while grocery shopping, we decided to throw an impromptu braai in order to celebrate the holiday. Seeing as how it was a holiday, Aaron and I thought that not that many people would show up for training. Tuesdays are usually a harder contact and fitness session, so that mixed with a national holiday probably meant a lighter training with few people there. Well there were not that many okes (guys) that showed up but those that did were subjected to the tortures of the fitness trainer. A quick description of the trainer: A female, about 5'5, blonde hair, beautiful face, and a sadistic desire to see you cry and hurt. Her name is Robin, but some players whisper the nickname "Little Hitler". We were told to go fetch some car tires off the side of the pitch, and me being the egotistical manly man that I am, went for the largest one there. The size of that mistake is relative to the size of the tire; so in this case, pretty big. We ran, we pushed, we squatted, ran some more, did sit ups with it, ran again. The whole time we were in pain, Robin would tell us to run faster, push harder, squat deeper, suck it up and run again. The session seems to have lasted about 45 hours but was probably only 45 minutes. My next post will be the actual work out so that everyone can see just how slightly insane "LH" is. Since I've been home, I really haven't left my bed due to exhaustion.
Cheers,
Josh
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