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So I found the camera cord and the tooth pictures are up. Today I am going to talk about the fact that I have started working with a trainer at the gym. (all the posts can't be about the kids)

So I have been going to the gym for 2 1/2 years and I have been working out/running probably about 15 years. This guy is kicking my a@#. His name is Woody and he is from Haiti. Very nice, not cheesey at all, which is a huge consideration for me.

When you join Bally's you get a free personal training, obviously it is to sell you on buying training sessions, so I have rejected it for 2 1/2 years. Well Woody approached me at the right time. It was right before Amy moved back to Cincy, so I was losing my workout buddy and I thought this would be a good time to step up my game. I had the free session 2 weeks ago and it was embarrassing. First of all I had no clue that he was going to work me so hard, I thought I would learn a few new ways to do free weights, so I ran 3 miles that morning before I even went to the gym. Darren questioned that choice but I poo pooed him. Then I ate a tiny Fiber One bar on the way to the gym. OH... MY... GOD, about 20 minutes into it I thought I was going to pass out or throw up or both. He could tell and we did a couple of slow walking laps around the gym. It was very embarrassing.

So today I started my 8 week program, 2 times a week. As I am typing this I can tell I am going to be really sore, very soon. But it really did feel great and I would never do that on my own.

After the last session, Liam saw me moaning and groaning and asked me why. I told him I let someone torture me. In the way only sons can protect their mom, Liam assured me he would go beat him up so he wouldn't do it again. I barely had the heart to tell Liam I was now going to be paying for the pleasure.

I may not have the strength to type for a few days :) I will keep the blog posted on my progress