I started working out again. I was shamed into working out by the fabulous California weather, strong indicator that wearing-nothing season is in-like-omg- three weeks!
So my friend Claire and I decided to splurge and share the tough love of a personal trainer. To give you an indication of the lady's expectations I will tell you that she trains professional athletes for a living. Professional athlete and us. This is a nice change of pace for her because she doesn't usually get to hear whines, complaints and requests for water breaks. She must wonder why, if I hate sweating and panting so much, do I insist on paying her good money to make me do it.
I wonder that too.
She works us so hard that the muscle pain did not leave me between two sessions. After the first session I couldn't go up and down stairs and my ab pain was so severe that I could not laugh without moaning at the same time. This week it's the shoulders and the tush. I walk like one of those clowns with the big shoes and I go ouch, ouch when I get out of my car. But it's worth it because:
I'M GOING TO LOOK SO HOT!
At least that's what she promises. Okay. I definitely want to look hot. It's on my list of 100 things to do before I die. I'm motivated now.
I love those vintage tin toys from sushipotparts via Designer's block .
and then will you post a photo of your sculpted body?
Posted by: susan | January 29, 2011 at 06:52 AM
just thinking this a.m. about the wonderful things you've "dug" up for us in the past. the shovels do not disappoint.
struggle on! no pain no gain! errrr i mean loss!
Posted by: mlleparadis | January 29, 2011 at 09:53 AM
That's why the movie stars get paid the big bucks, Corine---because it's so hard looking good all the time :)
Posted by: Feng Shui By Fishgirl | January 30, 2011 at 07:46 AM
I think you'll get to point where you want to work out, because you like that feeling of accomplishment. At least that's what's happened for me :)
Posted by: josephine | February 03, 2011 at 06:16 PM