Owie Owie Ouch!

Today was day 1 of my torture, I mean training. This is one of three workout routines my trainer is going to give me and I seriously think that they just might kill me. Today's routine started off with 5 minutes on the treadmill...SWEET! I rocked that. Then we moved to chest press...SCORE! I like that one. Then I went straight into pushups on a bosu ball...WHOA! Wait a second. I stink at pushups and you want me to turn this bubble thing upside down so it's wobbly and do them? Sure, why not. I don't need to lift my daughter for the next 4 days. Then we moved on to a little assisted pullups, bicep curls and tricep push downs. Yeah, my arms are noodles. It's amazing that I can even type this right now. The next exercise really should have taught my trainer a little something about me...I am not at all in any way shape or form graceful. I stood on a bosu ball and lifted dumbells over my head. I stood on a rubber bubble and lifted heavy (5lb) steel objects over my head. What about that sounds safe? Nothing. I fell off. Luckily we hadn't done a leg workout yet so I was able to just kind of step off of it and act like I was coordinated, but ladies and gentleman, I couldn't hold my balance to save my life.

So I hoped that would be the end of the bosu ball. He put it away and then pulled out a little step. Just a teetiney 2 inch step that looked so nice and harmless. I stood on that step and did 72 backwards lunges. I hate that step. It is evil. I am not sending it a Christmas card.

Then out came that stupid rubber bubble again, and this time I was supposed to squat with one foot on the bubble, then hop over while switching legs and squat again. Seriously? I felt ridiculous and uncoordinated and I was. I didn't fall off, but my feet never landed in the same place twice and he kept joking that it was OK for my feet to leave the ball. Yeah...right. Feet not on the ball means I might land crazy on my butt and pop that stupid rubber bubble...or bounce off of it. I'm not sure which would be more embarrassing.

So that was basically the end of my torture until he threw in some ab work, but all ab work is torture and I got to lay on the mat in a pool of my own sweat. It was hot, like sexy hot. No really, it was.

Day one down. Tomorrow I do some walking/cardio and rest this weekend and start it all over again on Monday. Wednesday I get a new workout. I'm hoping I survive until then.