Personal Training: Day Two

Today was pretty brutal at the Y with our personal trainer. We were focusing on legs today, which used to be something I would say "oh goody" to, because my legs used to be quite strong. Somehow (despite the fact that my legs can carry my fat butt around all day), they're not what they used to be.

We started out with a quick warm-up on the treadmill, then proceeded to go through the motions of killing ourselves slowly with things like squats and the leg press machine and walking lunges. By the way, whoever invented lunges? I kind of hate them. Lunges kill my legs. Yes, I understand that means they're working, but darn it, they freaking burn! What else did we do...oh yes, the evil box. Remember back in the 80's when step aerobics became very trendy? Similar concept, except this looked like a shoeshine box (so taller than the 80's Reebok step you're thinking of) or high like this step system I found online, and we had two hideous exercises to do on the darn thing. One was a knee lift, where you keep one foot planted on the box, and lift the other knee to your chest 15 times (three times over). The other was the opposite, sort of. One foot on the box, bring the other foot to the box from your side, rather than from behind with the knee lift. Both were brutal.

I had to refill my one-liter sized jug of water at one point because I drank it all, from all of the exertions. It was a tough morning. I must say, though, if anything's going to kick me into shape, it's something like this. I've been working out at the Y for a little over two months now, and I definitely was not pushing myself this hard. I wonder how bad I'm going to feel in the morning...