So Sore

Whitney and I started going to a personal trainer this week. It is free through our work, so we thought, "Why not?" Keep in mind that I haven't worked out in well over a year, and I have never been good about staying in a good exercise routine. My daily stroll through the neighborhood with friends hardly counts as much physical activity. So the first day was so hard! The trainer, Tim, who I have lovingly nicknamed "The Devil" is kicking my butt. He works us so hard, and holy cow am I sore! I can barely walk, and my arms shake when I lift Mak. But it feels so good to be doing something again. I kinda like feeling that burn. Tim is really great, and I really want to stick with this. So look out. Next time you see me you might not even recognize me because of my buffness.