Friday, July 16, 2010

Ow ow ow ow ow (aka My trainer is the devil)

Ow.

I mean, really. Couldn’t the guy go easy on me yesterday, being my first visit with him and all? I’m slightly concerned about what it would be like to see him twice once a week month. It hurts to walk, to climb stairs (and go down them), to sit down, to stand up, to lift my coffee cup. Surprisingly, blinking and typing don’t bother me. So, I guess that’s something.

But, I’m supposed to keep on keepin’ on. I plan to do some cardio today after work. If I can walk, that is. Yesterday, on our way out of the gym, my legs continuously gave out on me as we were going down the (many) stairs. I haven’t had that problem so far today, so maybe I’m improving and won’t want to kill myself (or actually kill myself by falling down said stairs) after I leave the gym today. Sigh. This is all worth it, right?

As long as I avoid my Nazi PT like the plague, I think I’ll get out alive.

1 comment:

Meemee said...

Cardio instead of happy hour? That's some serious (first week) dedication.

Really, what you should have done (instead of going for the kill right away) is ease into it with a little Zumba. And for that, it's better to have a glass of wine before, since you're always a better dancer the later (and more drinks) into the evening it is.

Do I have to teach you EVERYTHING? Sheesh.