I am alive. I am walking like I have something in my buttocks but I am alive. I decided to get a personal trainer because I need to be pushed to workout hard. I can motivate myself to workout, just not extremely hard. I lift once a week with my friend who has a trainer boyfriend, but that was just not enough. I got a good deal on PT because most people wait until January 1st when the training package prices are jacked up to accommodate everyone's New Year's skinny resolutions.
Anyway, I had my first session last night and woo. Sigh. This little nugget (a junior in college mind you) kicked my proverbial behind. Lunges, squats, jumps with weights, stair running. He said I did a great job for my first time, but I think he just felt bad for me because I was sweating like a pig. I wanted pushing, and I got pushed! I walked out of the gym practically limping, but smiling cause I made it through. I am super sore today, but thats just calories burning. Right?
I'll keep you posted on my personal training journey!