Limits? Push 'em!

Ok, so the quitting lasted until Saturday.  I ate whatever I wanted in rapid succession.  By Saturday morning my shoes didn’t fit and wiggling into my swimsuit scared the cat.

So I quit on quitting.

But I didn’t really do what I was supposed to do.

Last week as my buddy and I left the gym she mentioned to the personal trainer I’d had several sessions with that I needed an attitude adjustment.  We set it up for yesterday afternoon.

I need a name for this man.  I used to call my previous trainer Satan’s personal trainer, but this guy … he’d make Satan beg for mercy.  I think I shall refer to him as Diablo, because he is quite frankly, diabolical.  The two previous sessions I had with him were mostly about developing the strength in my left arm.  Yesterday I casually mentioned that my left leg was weaker than my right and some time I’d like to address that too.

It’s times like this that I wonder what the hell is wrong with me?  I mean, am I so simple that I don’t realize that saying this was equal to saying “hey, can you help me beat myself so badly I feel like I’ve tumbled down a mountain side?

Am I?

Yes.  Very much so.  But no, no I’m not.  I’d already seen how Diablo can push me to limits I didn’t know I had.   I’d already seen how well his methods work.  I think inside I knew I needed to test these limits.

I spent 40 minutes, one on one with him.  I did everything he asked to my best ability.  I only took breaks when I thought I was going to pass out or puke.  Over and over.  My god, I squatted at a minimum of 50 times!!!  I pushed until I wanted to scream and my limbs were shaking.

And I loved it …..

Every.

Single.

Second.

I am learning that I feel my best when I have pushed myself and gone where I haven’t gone before.  With the 5k and this … my limits were tested and I passed my wildest dreams.  Working with him makes me feel like I can be the strong woman I want to be.  The muscled and fit woman I want to be.

I think I realized this when as I left he said what he wanted to do next time and my reply was "let's set it up ...."

I’d write more but my arms are too tired to type ….

Well played Diablo!  Well played me!