Oh, my aching body!!
I had the second session with a Personal Trainer at the Fitness thing tonight. Every time I go there, I keep wanting to darken the windows, paint huge dark grey block patterns on the walls, and illuminate the place by nothing but candles because by the time I’m done it sure feels like I’ve been through a Mediaeval Torture chamber! (Am I “Goth” or what? heeheehee)
Last time we worked on back exercises. This time we worked on the chest. Ouch! My muscles are complaining… I never hurt this much hauling real concrete blocks when I was building the front garden! Ouch! (Did I say that already?)
I realize that what I’ve been through this week is much more than I will have to do on my own, merely because my trainer is giving a thorough workout and introducing me to the different machines I’ll be able to work with. For example, tonight we went through routines on seven or eight machines. When I do my regular workouts, I’ll pick only three of those machines… whichever ones I decide to use, or which ones happen to be available at the time. Next time, I could use a different set of three machines.
Ouch! (Okay, I know I said that already, but still…)
