Squat Thrusts

Three times a week I work out hard with a trainer at a gym. It's like sex. I don't mean it feels good. On the contrary, it hurts. And I don't mean there's cuddling after. What makes my hard workouts like sex is that they're followed by a spacey bliss in which there is no atom of desire. When I'm lying on that post-workout stretching table, gazing vaguely at the ceiling, Christina Hendricks could sashay by wearing a G-string made of thousand dollar bills and carrying a plate...