"Which ice are you on?" Dmytri asked.
"Whichever one you're not," I answered. He laughed.
"I'm over there," he said, pointing to the NHL rink.
"Then I'm over there," I said, pointing to the Olympic rink.
I know it's weird, but I just can't practice when Dmytri is on the ice. Distractions are a real problem for me and let's face it, if Dmytri is anywhere in the vicinity, he's one big distraction.
"I hope I have legs," I sighed. "I haven't skated since Ice Dance Test 2013 and one of my colleagues put me through a tough work out this morning."
It had happened earlier in the day. I had finished training my clients and was planning to hit the rink. But before I could get out of the gym, I was stopped by one of my colleagues. "Want a work out of the day?" he asked. And because I'm a trainer-geek I changed my plans.
Here's what he made me do:
20 inverted rows (me, hanging from a bar, heels on the floor, pulling my chest up to the bar)
20 medicine ball tosses (throwing a medicine ball up toward the ceiling, squatting low and using my lower body to power it up)
20 kettlebell swings
2 sets of stairs
16 ball tosses
16 kettlebell swings
4 sets of stairs
My colleague is a young, handsome guy who's in amazing shape. He's also super-smart, fun to work with and is really good at his job. I respect him very much. I also often want to smack him upside the head. Like when he said...
12 ball tosses
12 kettlebell swings
6 sets of stairs
I did it because I'll be damned if I'm going to let some young punk beat me. We trainers can be competitive types. It took only 14 minutes but it was pretty awesome. "Thanks. That was fun." I gasped.
My colleague laughed, "In a masochistic sort of way."
Ha! He should try figure skating.