Uhm, then I must have gained mucho, mucho muscles, because it’s been almost 4 days and I’m just starting to be able to go up and down the stairs in less than 30 minutes. ;)

Brilliant me had a brilliant idea to use a personal trainer at the gym.  I figured they’d show me how to use the machines and work out where I need to work out.   WELL… my ever so maniacal enthusiastic trainer worked me out at a level 2 — after I specifically stated I sit on my ass all day have not exercised regularly in 5 months.

After squats, steps, push-ups, leg lifts and arm pulls (all with weights), I’m surprised I was able to walk.  But I was.  For about 3 hours.  That’s when it hit me.  “It” being the pain that I would undoubtedly succumb to.  And succumb I did.  My legs were first to go.  I needed to have the husband spot me as I came down the stairs.  This was Friday morning (work out was Thursday at 9:30am).  The rest of the day was worse.  Sitting and standing was unbearable.  Poor Lola had to help me at times!  Saturday went on, pretty much the same, but today I finally made it down the stairs on my own.

Needless to say, I will not be using a personal trainer any longer.  I prefer to use the treadmill.  Nice and easy. :)

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