Friday, March 01, 2013
2nd personal training session last night. Had roped my bestie (who is full of exercise excuses) into coming along. With sick kids, she backed out at literally the last minute. (We were scheduled for 4p, she ditched me @ 3:59p). Anyway, I stayed true and didn't cancel- Glad I didn't!
We worked on legs. Eli, my trainer, stuck my on these contraptions that looked like midevil torture devices. Adjust this seat, change the back postion, shirten the leg bar, decrease the weights- my mind was spinning trying to remember all the steps. In addition to that, I was determined not to make a fool of myself, i.e. crush myself on the sled machine or end up carted off to the ED.
But... I did it. I didn't kill myself. And I'm sore this morning, which means I must have done something right!