Spaghetti Arms

So I survived my 2nd (first official) personal training session. whew!

I was dreading the PT session until the moment I arrived at the gym. Then I was determined. Determined not to look like an idiot. But after about 10 minutes...I just wanted to get through the hour session.

I do have to say that time does fly. Some of the workout was doable, not too taxing. Just had to figure out the right body position and movement. Then, some of them were the worst things ever. What were they...not surprisingly...push ups. OMG. My mind is so weak that I can only do one. My trainer made me do 7. OMG. I thought after 1, that would be it. Then she kept making me do them. Then I'm sure she saw my whole body once again start to shake. So she said "just 5 more"

Are you kidding me??? Man, my only thoughts were that my arms and chest totally hurt, i can't push back up, and i definitely don't want to smash my face down on the mat. I mean, it's hard enough to push yourself up and down. It's even hard to try to not shake all sorts of directions and still push yourself up and down. OMG. I thought that was the end of me.

But alas...I survived. hurray. a small low voice hurray.

and then surprisingly...two of the cool down stretches were quite taxing. i remember talking to the trainer about life and work and stuff while doing these stretches. And every time I would want to kick myself b/c I wanted her to say "ok switch" but then we kept talking about stuff and I thought my legs would fall off my body.

even in all my complaining...I have to say I'm quite surprised about my attitude for this. I don't like it. But I do like the learning portion of it. I know. weird. It's funny how I totally compensate for proper movement and alignment of my body. man. go your whole life compensating for proper movement.

Today...it hurt to put on a jacket. I hope my spaghetti arms go away by Saturday.