The three of us (mic, rebs and I) just had our first personal training session.
We are being trained by a cutie patootie 25 year old lesbian who thinks that Rebs and I are together. I didn't have enough air in my lungs or strength in my jaw to tell her otherwise...
I think I left a little bit of my soul in that training room.
I don't know what on earth I was thinking... that I was going to do a 5K in MARCH. bwwaaahahahaha.
I WILL do one. March is MORE than questionable. I don't think I know how out of shape I really am. I am good at dieting... I know how to eat correctly. I have been "working out" but lord almighty, I didn't REALLY work out until tonight.
I got through the session .... barely... and I almost tossed my cookies in a wastepaper basket in front of Lesbo Trainer. I about died. I had EVERYTHING going through my head.. what if I ran with the basket into the aerobics room......hit the elevator button and run onto it with the trash.... die and it just be over..... throw up in my mouth and swallow it....
Instead we left.
I ate an apple when we got home, and I felt much better.
Now I am going to cross my fingers that I can walk tomorrow.
.... annddd of COURSE I have facebooked Lesbo Trainer. duh.
1 week ago