No Pain, No Gain?

Well ... last night (Tuesday) was my first night of personal training. You may notice I didn't blog. Couldn't ... all I could do was lay in bed and try not to throw up.

It started off ok- I talked to my dad briefly before walking in the gym and uh, he was watching Kung Fu Panda and could not be bothered - yeah ... I don't know either.

I walked into the gym and found Big Al and told him I was ready to work! We did arms- personal training sessions are 30 minutes. No big deal, right? So we did arms- and he made me do two sets of 20 reps on each of the arm machines. It hurt, I won't lie- but it wasn't BAD.

Then at the end, he walked me over to the Precor machine ... which is basically a stairmaster ... and I was like um- ... what are you doing? He said OUR session was over- but I still had 30 minutes of cardio to do. OH MY GOD. It was murder. Plan and simple... so when he wasn't looking, I snuck off and headed to the treadmill- you know my knee still DOES hurt from the wreck! I got in trouble, kind of- but really it was too much.

By the end of the 30 minutes of cardio, I was soaking wet, I had a migraine behind my left eye and my arms were SHAKING. I made it to the car and then in a blur, made it home - I somehow managed to tell Conrad what had happened to me- and I ate a bowl of Raisin Bran and took a hot bath. I ended up falling into bed, holding on to the sides of the bed, trying not to vomit. The last time I looked at the clock was 9:16- before I completely passed out. So you see, no time to blog.

My next session is Friday ... oh boy oh yeah ... and yet, I am going to stick with it. Even though today it hurt to type and I had trouble reaching behind me for the seat belt - but I AM sticking with it. I am having some minor trouble now reaching the laptop in my lap ... but this too shall pass.

Friday is legs. That should ruin my weekend.

Kah