I hate my trainer. He is nice, knowledgeable, organized, has a way of convincing me he knows what's best for me..... And I hate him.
Over the years, after being called a crybaby for so long I hardend up... But my tough exterior has taken a few hits. Namely during my third round of lunges during pt Thursday. It wasn't a cry of pain or emotion of how hard it was. It was that the lunge demonstrated working so hard and having nothing to show for it.
Defeated.
I work hard and every time a bit of money gets saved..... Something comes up! I know, life! Get used it miller!
It reminded me of running the mile in jr high... Defeat!
But I'll make those my lunges my bitch & I'll run a damn mile... In time... Getting back into shape is harder than never being in shape. Each step is a reminder of how far I let my self slip. But I'm back and going to make one hot bride.
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