Limits.

Today was a very frustrating day.

I was forced to work from home (Yes, forced. My house is filled with people, so I don’t like it, and my office is under renovation).  And nothing was working. My logic, my code, nor my brain.  And when nothing worked, i resorted to my one of the soothing methods – baking.

The more frustrated I am, the more amazing my baking is. Needless to say, I made the most amazing batch of brownies. Mind cooled down, I went back to work after two hours. My code dint work but I was not that stressed, I sat focussed till something made sense, and voila- it worked. And it was 6 in the evening, people outside were stressed because I am usually out every one hour to steal some food from the kitchen 😛 . 5 hours continuous work was a first for me, I was happy.

My gym time – As a courtesy, I gave one piece of brownie to my trainer. He was surprised at what all i could do, munched the brownie in a minute, praised me on the moist texture of the brownie, and started the session. ‘Lets try to reach a limit today ‘, he said.

Instead of 15 min cardio, we did 15 minute boxing (I have boxing gloves, in case you are wondering). Then came the weighted squats.

‘How much did we do before?’  He asked.  ‘I think we did 15 each side max’  . ‘Lets do 20-20 today’ 

I said okay, and started. Seemed okay, i struggled a bit, made noises like what sounded like pig’s grunt, and finished a set.

‘Lets add 5 each side’ . ‘Are you sure? I struggled for this itself’ . ‘Yeah girl, you can do it!’

With at most confidence, and expressions as if someone is trying to feed me karela juice , i finished the set with 50kgs.

‘Lets add 5 each side’. ‘Yousuf, thats 60kgs, i dont think i can’. ‘ You can girl, Indian women are the strongest you know’.

That last sentence won, i started squatting with 60kgs!! I think I screamed murder , sadly there was no one in the gym to see that. I finished! i squatted with 60kgs!!

‘I think i am done, lets go home for the day’ i said lying down under the fan.

‘You know , you should be able to deadlift, how much ever you did during squats’.

I looked at him with utmost hatred, and a bit unsure if I could even do 40kgs. So, i started with 40. It was difficult, i did it .

He did the usual natak of adding 5-5, then 10-10, then 2.5,2.5 . Yes thats right. I did a 65kgs deadlift. I think my back broke. After that I couldn’t get up, walk, sit, or anything.

10 minutes break, he started yelling ‘ something something DO SOMETHING IN LIFE GIRL’, i got up. He asked ‘ How much max did you bench? ‘

I knew it was a tricky question, i benched with 10-10 kgs, but I said

‘ 5-5 was the max yousuf. Its difficult more than that’.

He did not fall for my trick, and gave me 15-15 kgs.

I died . Well, almost. Especially the last set, where I screamed so hard, for him to catch the dumb bells so that they dont smash my face.

I limped all the way home, happy, sad and most importantly, with my back broken ,I think.

I see his message late in the night – I hope today’s workout neutralised your brownies.

That ASS. And his smug smile . Namak Halal. To think of how nice I felt when he praised my brownie.

No more brownies, or brownie points for him.

The brownies, that almost killed me

This proves everything i wrote is legit!