Well gals, I was Personally Trained yesterday.
Or what is it you call it when you pay someone to make you run frantically on a a treadmill, lift 15lbs dumbells while stepping on and off a super high workout bench,when you give money to someone to make you sweat beads of fat from every pore, to make you curse, to make you spit blood..?
I had told her I believed myself to be untrainable, but it became apparent within seconds that I was in fact begging to be bossed around. I gave it my all as i became uncharateristically obedient. I lifted when she said lift, jumped when she said jump, and higher, and HIGHER, and I ran when she said run. And when she said pay, i paid. Then I thanked her profusely.
Today, predictably, i can barely lift my arms and I walk in a grotesque shuffling manner. Yes i am in pain. Me, in pain, from exercising. But i love it. I loved the hard work and I loved when she told me I could do it in such a supportive, confident tone. What a refreshing break from the sound of my own defeated voice. And she was right. I could absolutely do it. And today I absolutely walk as though there is something stuck in my rear end.
I was going to post pretty pictures i just found. Adorable little dresses. But i'll save them for later. Who would want their creations associated with that last sentence?