Training with Mickey, Rocky's trainer

Have you ever seen "Rocky"? You know, the movie with Sylvester Stallone, the boxing one? Wait, let me back up a bit...

I went to the YMCA today for the Fun for Ones class for Baby, though with the ridiculous rain today, we were late. We probably missed about half of the class, but Baby didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he actually played a little this time. He's finally starting to be less shy, which is a relief. I brought him over to the nursery afterward to get in a good workout with one of the moms I've met in my mommy group. We went out separate ways for a good cardio workout, and met up in the weights area.

I haven't done weights in years - probably since high school when I had to do weights in Personal Fitness class - so she was showing me the ropes. We worked on three or four different machines, commenting about all the men who were lifting five times the weight that we were. One of them happened to be older, but looked ridiculously fit. My mommy friend made a comment to him about how much he was lifting, and he wound up kind of taking over our workout, but in funny kind of way.
He walked us through the different weight machines we had yet to use, telling us how much to lift, how to breathe, how many reps to do...he reminded me of Rocky's trainer, Mickey, except without the screaming. It was kind of fun, trying out the different machines and learning how to do them. Well, it was fun, until we wound up on the Knee Raise...

This contraption is clearly some form of medieval torture. You use your upper body and abdominals (mine are thoroughly nonexistent) to lift up your legs and knees. Oh my goodness. This is an evil machine. My mommy friend was able to do like seven lifts - I did one. And nearly died trying. Yikes. Other than that evil contraption, it was a really good workout, so I'm glad I went out, even if it was raining cats and dogs outside. I have a feeling I'll be paying for the upper body workout when Baby wakes up from his nap and I have to pick him up out of his crib. All practically thirty pounds of him.