Can Kim Kardashian's Trainer Whip a Real Woman into Shape?
Find out if 30 days with the reality star's bootcamp trainer can transform one woman's body into a toned, fat-burning machine
It all starts when I'm squatting against a mirror. We're doing the chair sit, an exercise where you mimic sitting in a chair, minus the chair. It creates a mean burn in your thighs and legs. As we cross the minute and a half mark, my legs start shaking. Not just a little shake, more like an earthquake shake. Each second feels like a full minute. And right before the two-minute mark, I stand up in order not to collapse. Unfortunately, Barry sees me cheat. "Five more seconds," he yells as he points to me. About a dozen fellow bootcampers glare in my direction as they continue to hold the position. Please let me get through these next five seconds, I pray.
But the pain only gets worse. In the next exercise, we're asked to place our feet through giant rubber bands to work on a kickback move. As I swing my leg forward, an intense, searing pain ricochets through my right hip. I'm stuck and I don't know what to do. So I do the first thing that comes to mind: I run out of class.
As I sit on the lobby bench, I can't help but feel like the biggest loser ever -- and not in the TV show good kind of way. I'm pretty sure Barry has lost all hope for me. Maybe he'll even think I made up a hip injury to get out of Bootcamp. OK, I'm being irrational. I know this. But right now I just want to feel sorry for myself.
And as if I can't do that on my own, I watch as everyone else seems to sprint out of class to a new, shiny Mercedes or BMW. I limp back to my old, used Honda. Stupid class, stupid people, stupid hip.
But the next day, I'm back at Barry's. Is this what they mean by exercise addiction?
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