Week 1 - Day 1

I have no idea how to add a photo from Instagram. Rest assured that there is a photo and that it is on Instagram.

Yesterday was my very first actual workout with the trainer. I did not cry. There were a few moments when I wanted to. There were are few more moments when I wanted to pass out. But for the most part, my jaw was set and my head was down. I was there to get it done and I was not going to wimp out. Every time she asked if I wanted to try more weight, I said "Yes." This was not because I was wearing my ovaries on the outside, but because I wanted to keep challenging myself. Also, because I think she was trying to go easy on me to gauge where I was. I wanted to be sore today though, and I achieved that goal.

My treadmill is the one farthest from where this photo was taken.

In addition to my work with the trainer, I ran 0.35 miles at a 4.0 mph pace. This is the farthest I have run continuously since 2007. Aside from that, the only thing that was remarkable was that while I was doing these walking squats (which SUCKED!) I caught sight of this woman who was working out in the gym and minding her own business. She was much thinner than me and she was lifting weights and when I started to really hurt from the squats I heard a voice hissing in my head "I hate you."

BUT! I immediately checked myself. I said, "You don't hate her. It's not her fault you are in pain. You don't hate Captain Tesla and you don't hate HeyBates for being in shape. You admire and respect them. And you can get there to." And then the squats were over and I didn't think about the woman for the rest of my time at the gym, which was substantial as the squats were the first thing I did.

I am in this to win.