Archive for the ‘8 Weeks of Pain’ Category
8 Weeks of Pain: I’m Back!
It’s been a month and for medically valid reasons (I have a signed doctor’s note) I haven’t been able to go to the Chris Frye Gymnasium and discothèque. There is, in fact, a disco ball hanging from the rafters, and Chris likes to rock some smooth Soul Train-esque tunes every once and again, but...
February 8th, 2010 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: Ain’t Getting any Easier
It’s not getting any easier.
I’ve added muscle, can recover more quickly, and don’t get winded as easily, but my workouts at Chris’ gym seem to be just as difficult as they were when we started. It’s almost hard to understand.
Let me explain. I’m used to working out by myself, at my comfy...
December 15th, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: Culture Shock
I have a confession to make. I’ve missed a couple sessions with Chris Frye. I know, it’s bad.
The missed workouts were for good reasons, or at least, good enough. One was because we were going to the Clemson football game in Death Valley, and the other because I had this magazine to get out the door....
December 2nd, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: Pink Gloves
Not all the folks that come to work out at the Chris Frye gym have nicknames like “El Dingo Loco” or the “Leprechaun.” Testosterone is ever-present at the gym, but mixed in with the 140-pound Prowler sled and the ultimate fighters grunting in the multi-sided cage in the corner are pink boxing...
December 1st, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: 30 Minutes Late
I’ve ended my last couple workouts at the Chris Frye Gym by lying completely still, on my back on the green Astroturf, waiting for my heart to slow. Completely spent and amazed that I was able to accomplish what was asked of me. But never more so than our last workout, on Monday.
Matt and I were 30...
November 18th, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
8 Weeks of Pain: The Second and Third Workouts
The first workout at the Chris Frye Gym, even if it was nausea-inducing, wasn’t the worst. It wasn’t the worst because I had no clue as to what I was getting into. I treated it like the first time I had sex – close my eyes and go at it.
But with the second and third workouts there was a nugget...
November 13th, 2009 | 8 Weeks of Pain | Read More
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