Whew. First time at the new gym with a mini training orientation with a trainer = SERIOUS WORK. I loved it. I hate to admit that since I usually so adamantly hate the gym, but I seriously loved meeting with a trainer. Even if it was just for a short time to kind of “give us a feel” for the new place.
Adam and I headed up to the gym about 8pm and met with Cari/Kari/whatever. We filled out some paperwork about where we’re at currently and where we’d like to be. Then she did she little speech – yak, yak, yak, chat, chat, chat, blah, blah, blah – not that it wasn’t useful information – IT WAS, but she pretty much went over the same stuff with us yesterday when we signed up.
After the chatting – we got to work. LEG work, that is. Let me preface this next statement with this: the work only lasted like 15 minutes.. maaaaybe, MAYBE 20 – which might be stretching it. Even so, holy moley! My legs were sore by the time we were walking out of the gym! Actually, I’ll be honest – they were sore by the time the mini-session ended and we sat back down to talk prices of training. Rather than just sitting down like a I lady, I kind of did this little “fall’ into the chair and then promptly thanked my lucky stars that I made it to the chair. While my head was spinning while she was going over prices (yikes… costs a lot of have someone tell you what to do!) I was contemplating, now… how the hell am I going to get OUT of this chair. It was a challenge. By the time I got home… legs = Jell-O. As Jen said, Jell-O Legs = Progress. I couldn’t agree more.
Now I’m in kind of a bind. I REALLY want a personal trainer. I may or may not have whined my way even through this mini-session, but WOW, I felt like I got a better work out with Cari in those 15-20 minutes than ANY work out I had by myself at my old gym. It’s just… expensive. There is no other way to put it. Especially with JUST having bought a house – I don’t even know what my budget is going to look like as far as mortgage and bills go. Since I moved in in November, I won’t have to make a mortgage payment until January, we haven’t gotten ANY bills yet – I’m blind, money-wise – so I have no idea if I’ll have the spare money to hire a trainer… which, I will admit, makes me kind of sad. The only things I know for sure are my mortgage payments, the HOA dues, and the Internet payment – beyond that, I really have no idea what my other bills will be, so right now, I just can’t commit to a personal trainer… yes, this make me very sad. Cari was pretty awesome, she kept callin’ me “mama” – I’m not a mother, but I liked it. Haha “C’mon mama, one more!” “You’re legs are pretty strong, mama!” I will have a trainer, one day. 
Well, friends, I’m out of here – I suddenly have A LOT of work to do. Go figure, I give them my two week notice and they overload me with work so THEY don’t have to deal with it when I leave and they can slack a bit before training in the new person. Typical. Ironic, really… since I was constantly BEGGING for work to do because I was so bored, which ultimately led me to find a new job… now that I’m leaving, they make one of my GREAT friends at work the new supervisor over my position and they give me work to do. Isn’t it ironic? ::Cue Alanis Morissette music aannndd fade out::
xoxo
Lindsay
