I am heading back to the gym for another session with the physical trainer after work. I must be mad. Or a masochist. It's Tuesday and I still hurt from working out on Sunday.
There was a time when the only lifting I did after work were 12 ounce curls. Of course, that is why I have to get into shape now...
So, Vicki and I joined a gym in the hopes of getting into better shape. Part of the package we got is a starter program where we meet with a personal trainer who checks us over and gives us a plan to start with (what types of workout to do, how often, etc). Yesterday was my first work out session with the trainer.
I hurt. A lot.
It's like when Lare got me to play hockey, only worse and mostly in my upper body.
It hurts to steer my car.
The only good thing is, as Vicki pointed out, this should be the worst I feel. After this it should get better. I hope.
It's comforting to know I'm not the oldest member of the band... ;-)
This is rapidly turning into a bad day. I might be visiting California sooner than I thought, but not for a good reason...
All of my hosted web sites were down yesterday, due to the Los Angeles blackout. I only noticed because I couldn't get my personal email.
We didn't loose any data or anything, just had some downtime.