So after talking with a few friends about wanting to be in better shape... I made a choice... a somewhat painful one at that. I don't like the thought of excersing let alone actually doing it!
Saturday night Ryan and I decided to start working out together. Nothing fancy... no gym membership fees, no personal trainer just my honey and I working out in our basement. Last night was our first session. After I got the giggles out of my system, we got started.
I seemed to have forgotten that Ry has actually had a personal trainer. Last night was my reminder! I thought we were going to start off slow. I'm pretty sure we did start off slow... if in fact I had of been in better shape to start off. I used to be "in-shape"... but thinking back that was probably when I was in middle school!! My loving honey has now introduced me to his loathing of the "run-punch" (an favourite time filler from his trainer Martin).
So after only 45 minutes... I am now living in some minor discomfort. I knew I was going to be sore the next day, but it needs to be done.
Pray for endurance won't you?
