So I've started working out with a trainer. He's my height, less than 1/2 my age, and a wrestler.
He loves Bridesmaids ( not to flog a dead horse ) by the by. Saw it opening weekend with a buddy and just watched it again with a date Friday night. Cooked her dinner, then the movie. He's seen it numerous times he assured me. ( I'm just setting up our instant rapport here)
I had hoped for gentle introductory session working out chest, triceps and core, taking into account my age, the fact I haven't lifted a weight in about a year, and the 4 hours I had spent working in the garden before going to the gym.
He showed no mercy. GG was training by herself and later told me I was making strange noises. Grunts, groans, whimpers I'm not sure but yes, there I was, making noise in a gym.
Tonight my pride is hurt, tomorrow it will be my chest, triceps and abdomen. Please don't make me laugh for the next two days.
No, really, I mean it.
Then Wednesday I'll be back for legs and cardio.
Thank God I could only afford to sign up for 6 training sessions.
Please send no money. 6 sessions are plenty. Trust me.