What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

In the first flush of the relationship I told my new personal trainer last night that I would meet her at 7:30 Friday morning for the Pilates class. She told me it wasn’t necessary and that I could wait until next week to start, but it sounded so good at 7 pm Thursday night. It must have been some sort of exercise high that was speaking, but whatever it was I do know that at 7:15 am I was in front of the computer instead of going into the door of the gym. I’m one of those strange people who never sets an alarm clock. My body just seems to know what time it is and when I need to get up. Friday morning my body told me something else at 5 am. It said, “Ouch, ouch, ouch, stay in bed! I hurt.” My brain told me that although the sweet little blond trainer didn’t look like the devil, she was definitely going to be the one I need to hold my feet to the fire. I went into the gym with my head down at 6 Friday evening and did an hour of cardio, longer than my usual 30 to 45 minutes per day, but I was trying to make amends. I saw my trainer Christy on my way out. She said nothing, and was probably not thinking of my absence in her class, but of course, I had to explain and apologize. She asked me if I was sore from the day before and I denied everything, not really lying you know, because I had mostly worked out the misery during cardio.

“Well, great” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow and we can increase the weight and the reps!” My vanity just got me in trouble again. I’m off to the gym now to be tortured some more. Hope you all have a wonderful Saturday and that I’m still able to walk when my husband takes me out tonight.