I had my first real session with the trainer (not paperwork and evaluation) this morning. Ho.ly.crap. I think she's going to be the death of me. Let me tell you how much I hate squats. A lot. After the third and final set, my legs were officially Jello. Really. Not kidding. If a geriatric nursing home escapee had been anywhere near me with a spoon, I would not have legs. Seriously.
So after the lunges and the squats (is there a biological need for humans to be able to squat that many times in a row12" from the ground? Peeing in the woods is the only reason to squat and you only have to do that once) we did the easier stuff -- chest, shoulders, back and then...yay more leg and ass work. Goody. I had to wobble back over to that section of the gym and it was as if I had been sentenced to die. There I was, dead woman walking. Wobbling.
Anyway, I made it through, I luckily didn't have to shovel snow afterwards and I'm sure my buns of steal will be worth it in the end. Although, at this point, I'd be happy with buns of pudding.
Either she's going to kill me or I'm going to jump her in the parking lot and make her do fifty million lunges and squats and just as she's at number 49,999,999 it'll be time to let her know that the core exercise following them will work the same muscles.
If you hear groaning tomorrow, it's just me trying to swing my legs out of bed.
OK, actually she's very nice. And I'm paying the bitch for this...
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It gets easier. I promise.
After the first few workouts I spent a lot of quality time with the heating pad and the closest painkiller, either in pill or liquor form. One thing that helped me when it gets really bad is a drink called Accelerade. I buy the powdered fruit punch version and mix it with water. It helps with hydration and muscle recovery.
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