Gym Suicide

That's right. Gym Suicide. That's what I committed today. I got to the gym knowing that I wanted to work legs, but I also knew Shanon wouldn't be there so there goes my motivation and someone to push me. I saw Glenn the trainer and mentioned if he didn't have a client he could do some legs with me....well, he didn't have a client and he did legs with me (well I did legs) and it was awful! I was dripping sweat and he wouldn't let me rest and the weight kept getting higher and higher....I felt like I was going to throw up! I trained with Glenn for a year and it's been over a year since I worked with him. I never remember him pushing me this hard, but he probably pushed me because he knows I can do it. He sees Shanon and I in the gym every day so he knows what I'm capable of - I just don't like to work so hard. Anyway, I was very proud of myself because I did everything required, but when I was done I got on the treadmill to run and I couldn't run. My legs were shaking so hard -- I walked at an incline and I did the bike for 15 minutes but I couldn't believe how sore my legs were. Now it's time for a nap.....(sorry this is a repeat from my gym blog. But isn't it great to read it twice!)