First Day with Personal Trainer. I had no desire to call him "Hitler" today; but I haven't seen him in over two years so I think he realized how out of shape I could potentially be. He did smirk when he walked by - as to say "I know you aren't going to be able to walk tomorrow, but I am not going to vocalize it on your first day back." I was on to him. After knowing him for about fifteen years, I could read his smirk. His eyes sparkled. I'll be calling him "Hitler" soon.
As far as the workout, I felt good. I did better than I thought I was going to do, but I was using the "kiddie weights" so we'll see. Regardless of the weight size, I was in the gym using them; and that was the important factor!
Bonus to day four-got to see an old friend, Milissa - Paul's wife, partner and LMT. Need a massage, she's awesome!
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