Trainer: "What are your fitness goals?"
Me: To be mistaken for a swimsuit model. "Overall toning, more core strength, weight loss..."
Trainer: "Okay great- bring your book next week and we'll do your measurements."
Me: You'll pinch my fat? Lovely. "Okay, will do!"
For my first training session this week, we worked legs until they felt like Jell-O. My subsequent soreness/agony led me to discover that most everything I own can be thrown to the top of the stairs, as opposed to me actually having to walk them up to my room.
For my second session on Wednesday we worked on arms, where my triceps were pushed to the point of muscle failure. Trainer was pleased by this; I was just happy to move onto abs and core work until I was commanded to do Mountain Climbers. If you've never done these before, there's a legitimate reason, because no one looks attractive while doing a them. MG was nearby, waiting for a Core Fusion class to begin and humoring herself because seriously- have you seen yourself hop around on all fours? It's kind of entertaining.
I'm wondering when all of the pain will subside, but Trainer says we're building the foundation. This foundation of sorts is making it difficult to raise my arms above my head at present. I had no idea I was so weak but that's what we're working on.
I had a well-timed haircut yesterday evening and wanted to stay in the massage chair forever; the assistant with great hands became my favorite person for about ten minutes while he wrapped my neck in a warm towel and washed my hair.
It felt like pure luxury when your body sounds like a bowl of Rice Krispies after the milk is poured over it...
Snap. Crackle. Pop.
A path with no obstacles doesn't lead anywhere.