Yesterday was my first day of having a one on one personal trainer. For months a friend and I had done it together, but her love of running (and keeping money in her pocket), forced her to stop.
Last week in preparation for my session I told my evil trainer, Elaine, to "go hard on me."
Now, as I hobble around like someone in their 3rd trimester, I am thinking that might have been a mistake.
Today I am having to carefully consider each urge to sit down knowing how painful it's going to be. Walking is sheer torture, and I don't want to even think about stairs.
I think a nap is going to be the best medicine for this one.
LET'S RUIN SOME BIRTHDAYS
12 hours ago