In other news, I will never ever EVER tell a personal trainer that I think I'm "pretty fit." I had my first session yesterday morning (Jess? I had a new guy due to that last experience - he's AWESOME) and I'm still feeling it. Which is good. (Weird thing about me: I love to hurt from physical activity. It means I did something, if that makes sense.) I was laughing at myself about halfway through because of how much my quads have atrophied due to knee injuries/surgery. I've not been able to do leg extensions or squats in over seven years due to injuries, etc. He had me up on a bosu ball doing squats. HAHAHA. Um, yeah. That ball bounced like Michael Jordan was dribbling it. My upper body was pretty strong, he said, so I didn't have to be completely humiliated, so.
Remember in grade school (for US kids) when they had you do the arm hang to see how strong you were? And most of the kids' arms bounced around until they inevitably dropped back to the ground? That's what my legs were doing. I was SO GLAD that I had told my trainer how I'm really getting fit again, and I just want to "tighten and tone." Riiiiiiiight. Um, and get strong, apparently. (In my defense, my brute strength muscles are strong - it's my stabilizer muscles that need training. Um, yeah. Let's stick with that. Today is a pure cardio and swim day, no weights.
And maybe a trip to Sonic for a shake. <-- so dedicated!!! (OH! Yesterday was a birthday that I missed, and I feel terrible about it: