So today was day "1" with my trainer. I say that because it wasn't an official training session, it was more like a "meet and greet" for my thighs.... Basically, she had me do a few random things to see what I COULD do and then she took me through a MINI workout. Well, before the muscle atrophy kicked in, I signed up for 3 real sessions, once a week, beginning next Tuesday. I also discovered why the gym has an elevator. No, no. Not for handicapped people, or those who come in the gym hobbling with a cast and on crutches (yes, I have seen it. And I'm PRETTY sure that broken bones are an excuse NOT TO WORK OUT) but for those who are doing personal training upstairs that equals squats, squats with a yoga ball, squats with weights, and squats with the tube. By the time I was done walking down the TWO flights of stairs without tumbling down and landing on my face, I felt like I deserved and award. Or at least cake or something as an award! Now, a few hours after our "quick session", my thighs are still like jello jigglers and I'm PRETTY sure I will be crawling up the stairs tomorrow. Damn. I REALLY regret working and living on the 2nd floor..... I can't say I wasn't warned. She flat out told me "your front half will hate me tonight" <check!> "and your back half will hate me tomorrow!" Awesome. I like a little honesty in a trainer. I am starting to realize that John was right... this might just actually help. Well, at least it will keep me on track if nothing else! As of right now, I'm actually excited to start working with her- at least for a few weeks to give me ideas of what else I can do when I'm at the gym by myself. At least that's how I feel now. Check with me tomorrow when my "glutes" are pissed. Again.
37 days down...143 to go!
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