So, my husband and I joined a gym together. We hired a personal trainer and had our first session this past Saturday. IT.WAS.BRUTAL. My husband, who has NO gym experience at all, got super nauseous toward the end and we had to cut out the last couple of reps. I was SO disappointed (sarcasm implied). We could hardly walk, like our legs were all rubbery from the squats.
The pain set in almost IMMEDIATELY, which was very inconvenient because we had a concert to go to and neither of us could really walk. It doubled for us the next day. Sitting down made my legs feel like someone was stabbing me and then dragging the knife down my leg. Standing back up felt like the same thing, only in reverse. We walked around for two days just moaning and crying about our bodies and the punishment they had endured.
So, today, finally, I decided I was ready to go back in the gym. My husband couldn't come because he had to work, and it wasn't time to meet the trainer, so I was on my own with a few suggestions from the trainer. He gave me a couple of leg exercises and a couple of arm/chest exercises and then squats. So, I fucking hate squats. Like, I hate them. The only thing I hate more than squats is abs. What sucks is that I KNOW that these are probably THE two most important things to do, dammit. WORK THAT CORE. WORK THAT ASS. UUUUGGGGHHHHHH.
So, left to my own devices, I totally won't do them, which is sabotage, I know, but it is what it is. I did that other stuff and then I left the gym, hating myself a little for not doing the stupid squats. I will do them next time. Maybe.
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