Week 2 of My Transformation

Well, I'm gearing up this morning for my second work out this week with my new personal trainer, Kris, at Starting Line Fitness.



I just hope she reads this and takes it easy on me today, because she really kicked my ass on Tuesday - I'm still hobbling along because muscles I never even knew existed are sore.  I arrived on Tuesday in a bad mood and I think she tried get me to a happy place with exercise and that runner's high/endorphin shit doesn't work with me.  Instead, as the hour progressed the black cloud over my head just kept getting darker and darker.  I'm not sure how many times I muttered, "Son.  Of.  A.  Bitch." but I'm pretty sure it was a lot.  I'm positive I yelled it when she showed me this contraption:







It's a set of ropes suspended from the ceiling.  (No, it's not a sex swing, you pervs.)  It's for reverse push ups or some such nonsense.  I don't know what they're called, but they're my own personal hell. You basically hang on to the loops and lean waaaaaayyy back so you're reclined and then you pull yourself up.  Just when you get high enough for it not to hurt anymore you go back down to more pain.  I think I did these three separate times on Tuesday.  I'm such a Pillsbury Dough Girl that I actually got blisters on this stupid thing.  I doubt I will ever like this one.




Tuesday was the first time I didn't enjoy our workouts together.  Yup, I said "enjoy" and "workout" in the same sentence.  Did you feel that?  The Earth stopped rotating for just a millisecond when I typed that.  I actually do enjoy our time together.  Kris has been a great motivator and she always has a good story to tell me when I'm trying not to think about how many more (fucking) reps I need to do.  Just when I'm sick of one activity it's time to move to the next.  Plus, she lets me throw things:









These are big old medicine balls (remember "Big Bertha" from gym class??) that I get to throw and/or slam into the ground repeatedly.  Forget punching anyone, this is the way to go.



Tuesday was harder because it was the day to up the ante.  When I complained to her at the end of our session that she'd kicked my ass she just smiled and said, "I have to constantly help you improve."  I wanted to smack that smile off her face . . .UNTIL.



Until yesterday when I started taking notice of the changes to my body.  In two short weeks with Kris I am already seeing results of my hard work.  My pants are looser and that jiggly stuff under my arms is getting firmer.  My energy level is through the roof.  I'm not going to run a marathon this weekend or anything crazy like that, but I am getting a lot more done because I have more energy during the day.  Now if Kris could just devise an exercise that would take my boobs down a cup and half I'd be ecstatic.



I didn't keep any measurements at the beginning, so I'm going to measure myself today so I can see where I am in another two weeks.



Every day Kris puts up a new motivational quote on her workout board and I really liked this one the other day:





"I hated every minute of training, but I said,  'Don't quit.  Suffer now and live the rest of your life a CHAMPION.'" - Mohammad Ali





Now, I'm ready to put my on my (baggy) workout pants and head over there in a couple of hours.  But then I can have ice cream as my reward, right?




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