…due to my new personal trainer — Joe!
I’ve been in a rut lately with working out, in that I haven’t been doing it at all. But in trying to get back to it, I was having trouble getting motivated and getting any kind of REAL exercise done.
Tonight, Joe volunteered to be my trainer and give me a a regimen. And oh, did he ever.
He “made me” run/walk up six flights of stairs. At flight six, I had to stop and do “fun” mini-exercises: a mix of squats, burpees, sit-ups, and planks. After I did one or a mix of these, I had to walk up an additional nine flights. I’d take the elevator back down to the starting floor, then rinse and repeat. Times 3.5.
[Hilarious sidenote: to ensure that I actually completed the workout, Joe brought out one of our collapsible camping/tailgate chairs, parked it on the landing of the sixth flight of stairs, and sat there playing Solitaire on his laptop while I huffed and puffed. Only Joe.]
Standing in the kitchen afterwards, trying to make dinner, my legs felt like jelly. I think tomorrow, they’ll feel a lot worse.
A personal trainer who kicks my butt, and only costs a few smooches? I guess it’s worth the pain.
We’ll see how long this lasts before I revolt.