John decided to get fit with me too and worked out with his PT at the same time as me. He was definitely struggling and we will just leave it at that. A few times during my 60 minutes of the complete arse kicking session I bumped into him. We could barely talk or look one another in the eye. I didn't want him to see my arms shaking and he didn't want me to see shaky legs. We both bolted for the water fountain to try to get away from our PTs as much as we could. Just when I thought I was finished with an activity my PT would tell me to do 15 more. UGH. No, I won't, but I will punch you in the face 15 times. Somehow I would regain enough strength to do that. Or maybe pay one of the buff guys showing me up at the gym to give her a swift kick in the ass. I did everything she asked me to and I tried to do it as well as I could. I wanted to appear as a good worker-outer. At the end of the session, she asked "Are you done?" I didn't love the tone. I sensed her doubt in my athletic abilities. I didn't want to look like a loser, so I said BRING IT ON. WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE FOR THESE MUSCLES. I am sure my body was shaking as I said this, but whatever. We continued and I did squats and looked over at John "doing crunches" on a mat....aka laying down because he thought he was going to pass out. Fo real. The PTs were saying "Oh, once you start you are going to get addicted to this. You're going to love coming in everyday and working out." Everyone says this, but I don't trust these people. I think Creatine leaked into their brains. I'm going to try to suck it up and act like I'm "obsessed" and "addicted" to working out. Maybe I will actually convince myself that I am. I wish I could be. Then I could have Madonna arms. I am just using Madonna as an example of fitness, because actually her arms sometimes freak me out. But I would rather my arms be a little more Madonna-like than Whitney-like.
Today I got to get away with a lot because I am less sore than John. I thought I was going to be the wimp and be hurting more, but I'm happy it is the other way around. I was prepared to feel ultimately foolish after the session, but no words had to be exchanged. I knew he was hurting harder. Today I had enough energy to attack him and squeeze that muscle by his armpit when he was acting up today. I didn't do it much, but he knew he had nothing on me. Maybe I could get "addicted" if it continues to be this way :) I don't know how I can become "addicted" to this because as of right now, I am in no shape to be at the gym again. I'm gonna have to be on bed rest for a few days before I return. It would be nice if John and I staggered our ultimate body-shaking work outs so we can comfort one another. We were relaxing and both wanted massages, but both of us our too sore to even give a massage, so we just sat around in mutual pain.
Besides the whole "pain undertone" to the weekend, we enjoyed ourselves. We went to the 
I better get to bed now. Gotta rest these muscles up for Round II.
3 comments:
Congratulations on your first Personal Trainer workout!! I know it sounds like a lot of blah blah blah but you guys need to get right back in the gym this week and work out the pain...keep up the good work!! Personal Trainers are how the stars get to look that way! You will see results soon if you go at least 3 X a week!! Good luck to you both.
If your PT was anything like Jillian from the "Biggest Loser"- I would have had a hard time not punching her! I couldn't help laughing a bit when John told me he had to lay down on the floor twice because he was going to pass out. Ouch! But, don't give up--because it will only get easier!!
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