When my cropped-haired and short height Oriya physical trainer dressed in his usual orange shirt and black trek-pants made me do one arm/shoulder exercise after another, I soon drained out the last bit of strength from my biceps, triceps and other kinds of ‘ceps‘ – in case they existed on my arms. Trying to hide my exhaustion to the best of my abilities, and putting on a cute but fake gentle smile, I asked him if it was okay to give my arms some rest between these arm-exercises the next time, by doing some other kind of exercise in between that did not involve the arms. He thought for a while, and almost hesitantly and without much expression told me that I could do squats (without any weights) in between if that helped me. Is that all? – I said to myself. ‘How about the stomach, eh’? – I asked him, trying to make him realize that he had been ignoring crunches ever since I had joined the gym. ‘For that, you need to have a stomach, don’t you’? – he smirked. Fucker!
What I need to have
