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?




















Yay! Good for you, C.
Posted by: Susan | May 13, 2010 at 08:45 AM
Good for you! I workout regularly and I'm considering a trainer for the same reason I like workout classes - sometimes it's just easier to show up and do what you're told when it comes to exercise.
Posted by: josephine | May 13, 2010 at 12:42 PM
i applaud your fortitude. i am not so strong and would need to find a trainer who could put up with my constant whimpering. would i have to pay extra for that? (probably). but yay you!
Posted by: gretchen | May 14, 2010 at 10:59 AM