I failed to mention in my last post that I didn't work out on Saturday. I pushed myself a little too hard earlier last week and ended up pulling my calf muscle. By last Thursday, my right calf was double the size of my left and I was hobbling from place to place. Since the calf muscle is so versatile and widely used, I decided that working out on Saturday wouldn't be in my best interest. So, Bruce and I decided to allow my calf a weekend of rest and pick up the pace on Monday.
Monday afternoon rolls around, and I have an appointment with Bruce at 5:00. In the entire month and a half I've been working out and following this program, I had never been terrified to go to the gym. However, there's a first time for everything. Sometimes you just have to suck it up. So, suck it up I did. I walked into the gym a little slower than usual. I changed my clothes, locked my things up, and headed to Bruce's office. I was talking to another trainer while I was waiting for him to finish up his session, and she helped ease my fears quite a bit. She said that he was really nice to his clients when he was training him. But was he just going to butter me up before he ate me?
He came over to me and, with an enthusiastic high-five, asked me if I was ready to work out. I started to ease up a little when I saw his enthusiastic yet easy-going manner. I could get used to this Bruce. The session went by quickly, and we even smiled and laughed a few times! Crazy, I know. His regiment is more like Matt's than Ashley's - exercises are timed and more circuit-like. We will be working a lot on balance and core (Lord knows I need help in the balance department), and I feel good with this client/trainer pairing. Long story short, I'm a friend, not food! Yay!

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