I thought Simon the Sadist was a tough physio-therapist. That isn't anything compared to him as an exercise therapist. As an exercise therapist, he makes you push yourself, but not to the point you cause damage.
Picture this: while getting ready to do a session on the reformer, of which there are two of them, our typical exchange.
Simon: Ok, we're going to work on the abs today.
Me: Sure, you may proceed.
Simon: Alright, we can both do them.
Me: (looking down at one of the reformers) I don't think we'll both fit.
(I get myself settled and start doing the prescribed exercise)
Simon: How many was that?
Me: I don't know. Keeping count is YOUR job!
(climbing off reformer, and there is NO graceful way of doing so, trust me)
Simon: So, what's you plans for today?
(I make grand hand gesture pointing towards him)
Simon: And the rest of the week?
(repeat first gesture)
He had me do some laps around the place, hold 3kg weights in each hand.
My hand are so sore today, along with the abs running down along the ribs... and my shoulders. He needs to pad the shoulder stops, because I wear an anti-gravity device (aka bra) and those stops really make the straps dig in.
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