Extreme workout week begins!

Enough reminiscing for now and back to present day...

When you think of a personal trainer you probably think of the hit TV show The Biggest Loser, where Bob and Jillian make people do what sometimes appears to be frightening things all in the name of weight loss.  That's not how my personal trainer is, even though sometimes one more set of squats with a 25lb weight, or anything for that matter, can be pretty terrifying.

Here's the situation: I joined a new gym and was referred to this trainer by a friend.  I walked into the gym and said I had an appointment with (insert male name here).  The man behind the counter scanned my card and said, "Oh!  You must be Emma!  I'm (name)!"  Oh. Hell. No.  I can't train with someone that looks this good!

It's very difficult to stand there and look at those muscles while struggling to lift a weight over my head for the 15th time, but I guess he expects me to be weak, right?  I'm working on restoring myself to my former glory, back when I still did ballet and was on dance teams, so I suppose it's not a bad thing that I have someone nice to look at while I try as hard as I can not to give up.

This week is extreme workout week.  I'm going to go running daily, because I really have no excuse not to.  Running helps me clear my mind, and I've got a lot of clearing to do since an ex recently sent me a text that has made it impossible for me to stop thinking about him (of course, I'd never tell him that).  That whole story will be coming in the next week or so, and maybe I'll finally get some clarity by writing it all out!