You look a little green

Blake and I recently joined a gym.  I have to say that I'm actually enjoying working out.  It's a luxurious gym and is a splurge for us but it's literally 3 minutes from our house, it's a new gym and everything is clean and bright.  I've been going for 3 reasons:

1. My wedding is July 10th
2. My sister's wedding is in less than 8 weeks!
3. I want to be healthier and feel good about how I look.  I hate looking at a picture and realizing that my mental self image is not what is actually there.

With our membership we have dollars we can spend on various things.  Unfortunately for us, we cannot use them at the cafe.  Damn.  It is suprisingly good.

BUT, we can use them on personal training sessions.  So, Blake signed us up for our first joint workout tonight.  I was looking forward to it because we're both pretty competitive and it would push me that much harder.

Then, this weekend happened and Blake hurt his knee.  He got an MRI today and goes to the doctor on Friday to find out what's wrong with it and the next steps.  More on that later.

SO, that meant it was just me at the gym.  I was working out with my trainer.  Wow, my trainer, never thought I would say that.  Well, not my trainer but my trainer for our 3 sessions.  Flashforward about 40 minutes... we're I'm working killing myself and I want to die. Sweat is dripping down my face and I'm out of breath even though I am not doing cardio.  I had just finished my sets of a pull-ups and I don't feel very well.  But, I don't want to seem like a wuss so I don't say anything and continue following him down the aisle...

We get to the next machine and he turns, looks at me and says "Yikes, you look a little green.  Do you feel a little woosy?"

"Why, yes Jeff, I do."  (This is what I say)

"Are you freaking kidding me?  I feel like I'm back in high school soccer tryouts.  I haven't worked this hard in a long time and I never feel like this when I'm working out.  Make it stop, pleeeease." (This is what I'm thinking and wish I could say)

I look a  little like this:

So, he gives me a rest.  Then, I go start my leg presses and then my hanging arm leg raises.  Or, I think that's what they're called. I may or may not have been a little delirious. I hate those.

In conclusion:

1. I have learned that I need to eat before I work out with Jeff (he suggested oatmeal (gross) or peanut butter on a rice cake or celery). 
2. I have learned that I like my own workouts better. 
3. And, I have learned that I may be a little lazy and need to push myself a little harder in my own workouts.