Art of Strength (AOS)

Kevin recently decided that I am ready to move out of the Pilates Studio and into Art of Strength. It was a scary move for me. Pilates is low impact. AOS is anything but. I trust my trainer whole heartedly, so with my mind screaming at me, I agreed. Before we could schedule our first AOS session, Kevin had a family commitment to attend to that took him out of town the week we were going to start. Being the wonderful trainer that he is, always worried about my needs, he arranged for Andrew to introduce me to AOS in his absence. 

I believe all the trainers are well versed in all forms of torture. They know the human body well and can wring large amounts of pain from it. Andrew is one of the best at this "art of torture".  In the week leading up to my session with Andrew, there was large amount of trash talk exchanged between us (I talk good game at least). I was advised not to "poke that bear". I was told that I was "bringing a knife to a gun fight". What they didn't know was that I knew I was gonna die. I was just gonna have fun on the way down. The morning of The Great Work Out, I said my good-byes to my loved ones, promised Kevin that I would go down fighting and make him proud, willed my helmet to Chance and my sword to Blake. I sent Kevin and e-mail that said "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??!? He is gonna kill me....then I will haunt you!" I showed up at the gym, ready for battle. Then, Andrew killed me!...I couldn't move for a couple of days. It was AWESOME! 

The next day, I sent Kevin another e-mail that said "I need to make you watch Toy Story again. Andy NEVER would have given one of his toys to the evil kid next door"