The one thing I can take away from my first session is the overwhelming knowledge that I have a lot of work to do. My new trainer, let's call him Jake, is a very bad man. His idea of easing me back into working out was to make me throw up in my mouth while doing lunges. Despite this I think Jake is exactly what I need, tough and immune to my sparkling personality. I had a trainer two years ago, back when I attempted to do this sorta kinda, and he was awesome. Mitch and I talked movies, relationships, food...he was a great girlfriend. I think my downfall was that our friendship made forcing me to do fifty pushups impossible for Mitch. So here I am with a trainer who not only told me I have a lot of work to do, but intends to hold me to every one of the goals I've set for myself. They are as follows:
1. Get back to my high school weight-150. Before you get all judgey on me, let me explain. No, I wasn't pencil thin. However, I was healthy. I was a lifeguard, played on the basketball team, and was captain of the softball team, AND did aerobics in the off-seasons. I will never be a Nicole Ritchie-even if it was possible I'd rather slide down a banister of razor blades than look like a reanimated corpse.
2. Lose my bat wing arms. These are my greatest shame and I will not speak of them after this.
3. Participate in the Fall Mud Run. This last goal scares me. Since I heard of it, I've wanted to participate in the Mud Run. It's a 5K long run through mud and obstacles set by the Marines at Camp Pendleton. Why? Because it looks like fun.
I literally have no more excuses. Frick!!!
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