…I lie down until it goes away. – Paul Terry
Well, it seems that hell hath frozen over because yours truly is officially enrolled in an intense 12-week fitness and nutrition program. Classes meet 3x/week for an hour of
torture fitness. My trainers are fabulous, but are keen to follow the “tough love” approach to coaching.
I had my first session on Monday evening and…I did well, actually. I held my plank position easily (thank you, yoga!) and did more squats than I ever had any business doing. Also, when our trainer asked us to run after her to the equipment locker, I was the first one behind her. Like, running.
Today, however, my legs are still screaming as I shuffle about the office like Abe Simpson. If squats are a joke, this girl is not laughing.
That said, I’m excited for this evening’s session, where they’ll be measuring us and assessing our fitness level (or lack thereof, as is my case). I definitely have visions of Presidential Fitness challenges in my head, a la sixth grade. I’m sure I’ll be able to pass the toe-touch, but probably nothing else. As per my usual.
I know this’ll all get easier, though, and I’m game for a good challenge. To paraphrase Ace Venture, “If I’m not capable of doing 500 squats in ten minutes today, just wait longer.”