Yesterday I met with the trainer for the first time. She reminds me very much of my very dear friend, Kari B. They have the same style of encouragement and talking and I really feel comfortable with her. She's very kind and really wants to help me. She worked me out for 2 hours last night. I don't know if I'll always get that kind of treatment, but it was nice. They had a Body Blast Boot Camp class this morning that I thought I would check out, and that my trainer encouraged me to check out.
I showed up this morning thinking that I was going to give it a try, that I'd done okay last night and that I wasn't sore this morning, just a little stiff. I was very, very, very naive. I was so out of my league, I should have turned around and went home. But I didn't. Apparently, this was not a beginner class, but more an intermediate to advanced-level class. Oops. But I stayed and toughed it out. Of course I did have a moment. Anytime I get really frustrated, I am very likely to start crying. That was very nearly the case this morning when all these incredibly fit people are doing things that I could only stand and watch. I was definitely wondering what in the world had possessed me to think about doing this.
Now I can't move.
I shudder to think how I'm going to feel tomorrow. I was going to take kickboxing classes next week, but I was very politely told this morning that I might want to wait on that. But you know what? I'm not going to wait. I'm going to go to those classes just like I intended.