Aaaaaaand I’m dead. A group of girlfriends and I decided it would be a GENIUS idea to try and to a 6 mile obstacle course in May that they call Mudrella. It looked so fun on the website…..Then I had my first personal training session yesterday.
I haven’t worked out in probably 6 years. Legit the most activity I get is chasing around a toddler and carrying laundry baskets up and down the stairs. And there are some days where that even winds me. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I made the decision to sign on with the personal trainer. First of all I want to say that she is the definition of AMAZING. She was very understanding that my limits were not that of an average person because of my back surgery….and because my range of motion is almost nonexistent. Amazing. She pushed me. Not too hard, but just hard enough where
I knew I wasn’t going to give up on myself.
We spent an entire hour working out. We had a few seconds of water breaks of course but she was great at getting our bodies moving and our heart rate up and keeping it where it needed. Fast forward to the drive home….I can barely lift my arms to drive the damn truck. Like I am pretty sure I am dying in the driver seat.
Fast forward…..I’m home. My husband is sitting on the couch….he asked how the workout went….I BURST OUT IN TEARS….now not because it was bad….but because I realized how out of shape I am.,…how unhealthy our family eats…..How there’s not a lot that I can do compared to the other girls even though one day I am sure that I will get there. SO now here he is laughing at me while making a protein shake for me (god bless the man for dealing with those stinky farts) but he goes on to tell me how proud he is that I made it through it and I WANT to back. And he will be even more proud if I stick it out.
Oh….I am sticking this out…..in 3 months when we have this race…..I’m going to kick ass and take names and thank Jenny Burman for all she did for me….I can do this….I will do this….I want to do this….I want a healthier life style. I want to be able to eat again. Id like to eventually quit smoking….but I mean lets talk 1 hurdle at a time here…..a girl has to have some kind of vice….maybe working out will turn into my vice.
All I know….is I hurt like a mother fucker today. Like I want to lay down on the floor and not ever move again….oh and did I mention that our next session is Thursday? Maybe Ill stop hurting by Thursday….but then Ill just hurt for a few more days after it……
Jenny you are truly amazing…..if it weren’t for you pushing me through yesterday and telling YES I can do these things…I would’ve just quit….you’re going to be my inspiration….I am going to make you proud….you are going to kick my ass…and I am going to hate you at times…..but you are the reason that I am going to be able to do this!