First of all, I couldn't even understand the guy giving the private lesson. He was Korean, and I couldn't understand ANYTHING he said. My friends understood him though, and acted as translator for me, thank god.
The whole lesson was non-stop. We did such hard drills that involved a lot of running, and no breaks. I'm not complaining though. The coach (the Korean guy) was funny to listen to, not because I couldn't understand him, but because of the way he shouted random things.. or at least I think they were random. Maybe I was laughing at him because I couldn't understand him? Not laughing out loud, just to myself. Maybe I really am a mean person.
After 1 hour and 45 minutes the lesson is almost done. Almost done. Right when I start to relax, thinking the lesson is almost over, I find out we have to run with a 25 pound weight attached to us! Yeah.. my life is pretty tough, huh?
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