Tuesday, January 10, 2012

That's it...

Yesterday was my first day back at the gym. I dropped off big-bro at the bus stop, then little one at the "Playroom", and I walked through those intimidating doors to meet with a personal trainer! All I could think of was "If I hear even one person yell SU-WEE!" that's it, I'll be out of here!! I was surrounded by humans, some looking perfect and beautiful, some who have had WAY too much plastic surgery, and some who literally were three times my size, so I started to relax. My trainer is David, 5'5" bald as a cucumber, bulging muscles, and a thick Chicago accent! This could have gone one of two ways, and I am happy to say it was awesome! We did a 3 point routine, working on perfect form, and man, I was shaking and sweating, it felt awesome!

... and then I went home, and seriously didn't have enough energy to take off my own sports bra until 5 pm! (I wish I were kidding.) The kids wanted to have a Wii Fit Challenge before bed (ouch) then I did a little yoga to try and stretch it all out, and crashed like I were in a Turkey coma!

When I woke up this morning I could hardly move, every single inch of my body was screaming at me, and all I could think was "I have to go back, or it will hurt this bad forever!" Again dropped off at the bus, and the playroom, and decided to try a water aerobics class... how hard could it be :P If you stay by the teacher you are pushing the whole time, if you are on the outskirts you go at your own pace... and did I mention they use FOAM weights? So I got the "biggest" ones and stuck by the trainer, pushing, pulling, jumping, lifting, squeezing, kicking, and flexing everything as hard as I possibly could the entire 70 minutes and was SWEATING and so tired!

A handful of hours later I feel the intensity of the work out, and am proud that I am making the time, and look forward to having energy after working out... somewhere in my future, oh yes, it is coming! xo