This morning, it is hard to type. It was hard to get out of bed. Getting comfortable in bed last night was also kind of a challenge. And carrying both my purse (with straps that go over my shoulders) and a tote bag (ditto on the shoulder straps) with my laptop in it? I had to put them both down on my car hood and think strategically about the best way to hold them both while also carrying my water bottle.
Humble is about all I have the energy to be after yesterday’s workout with the trainer.
In case there was any doubt, while I’ve done a decent job of building some limited cardio endurance, I have the core strength of limp celery, the coordination of a drunk kitten, and the muscle tone of a piece of bologna.
At one point, I was doing triceps extensions, and I simply could not pull the weight forward. Just couldn’t move it. The trainer look confused, like she’d never seen someone whose muscle just would not do what it was being told. I felt confused, because that hasn’t ever happened to me, either. But there I was, unable to budge the weight.
We actually think there may be something going on in one of my shoulders because of how inflexible and spastic I looked doing a few of the exercises she put me through. I was hoping she’d pick something else for me to do, or suggest a massage, but later, I realized that I’m just not in great shape.
My push-up form was horrendous, and there was nothing I could do about it. I just did not have the strength to push through and look in control.
I guess the plus side is that I should be able to see some improvement as I develop and train, but I won’t lie, my ego took a hit.
I won’t like to you, but I will confess again, I did lie to the trainer. I didn’t tell her I was too week to work out last week because of the detox, but said I had the flu or something. I mean, it felt like the flu, aches and chills and weakness, but it was just easier to tell her I was sick instead of I was following some wacky diet protocol that didn’t do very much for me in the end other than set me back.
I’m so glad I didn’t tell her my blog name when she asked! Can this be our secret? I hope you won’t think less of me. I promise I won’t lie to her about anything else.