Tuesday, October 05, 2010
You know, I think the hardest part of this blog is the title! I never know what to call them, and I used to just use the date, but then I thought now who would want to read something with the date as the only indication of what it was about, so I am trying to be more creative and descriptive with my titles.
Monday was my workout with the personal trainer, and although he is great, I am hating him this morning, well not really, but I am sore.
I did my warmup on the treadmill, which I got in 15 minutes on the treadmill, and I felt good about that. I was ready to do the strenght exercises and all but he threw me a curve ball. Instead of doing the machines we had done on Thursday he made me go into the free weight area and do a workout. Some arm machines, but the worst were the step-ups. We went over to the bench press, an instead of bench pressing, I had to step up onto the bench, which is at least as high as my knees! I thought I wasn't going to get through them my legs were burning, but I did, then this morning I wake up and my thighs are burning like crazy!
As we are getting the kids off to school, my husband asks how I feel this morning and I mention my thinghs are burning and he says Good! Great I am thinking, he is enjoying me being in pain, but then he mentions that is proves I am working out and pushing myself and he is proud of me. Okay, I'll let it pass this time.
I head into the gym for my cardio this morning and even though my legs are hurting I do 25 minutes on the treadmill. When I get off I see the trainer and he asks how I am feeling, and I tell him my thighs are burning and he is excited about it, and then I mention that I still came in and did the treadmill and he said that it would help my legs to recover faster by doing so. Now I am not sure I am believing him because they are still burning. Lets see if I can make it up an down the stairs to do laundry today or not.
It's funny, I want to complain about the pain, but it is not really complaining, it's almost like I want to tell everyone about it to prove that I have actually been working out, not just pretending to workout. Isn't that strange? I am actually sorta-kinda liking the feeling, it tells me I am working out and that I am getting somewhere and that maybe this will be the time that it really works and I get to my goal weight.
So far this week, I have been excited to go to the gym, there has not been a day when I wanted to skip, so that is good. I was thinking to myself on the way home, now how many days do I need to do this to make it a habit?