This brings me to how it went. It is fair to say "it went". Alex seems like a nice enough person, but he is now "f-in' Alex" in our house. (Our cleaner's name is also Alex so it helps us keep straight who we are talking about lol). While I say that about him, he did a good job at pushing me when I needed to and stopping when I couldn't/was about to die. He is not very good at counting (my husband had told me that), and because my job requires data while doing other things, I can talk and count, so I corrected him several times.
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I am allowed to swear at him and as a 41 year old woman, there is something satisfying about telling a fit 25ish year old guy where to go. There are some great things you earn as you get older.
The gym is in the building my husband works in, so he popped in and waved. He said he did this to make sure we were both alive. I really think he is more worried that I will kill Alex then him killing me.
At the end he told me I had "potential" and he sent a follow up email saying how great I did and telling me to avoid sugar (aka alcohol - he thought there was too much in my food log) which was easy because eating and drinking was the last thing on the planet I wanted to do on Tuesday. I thought exercise was suppose to make you hungry.
I am sore enough as I type this on Wednesday. My pecs are the sorest. The rest isn't as bad as I expected.
The big question - is this better or worse than whale watching. I think if falls between whale watching and blood work. I have the same upset stomach before whale watching, I have to use the same cognitive behaviour therapy on myself to go/keep going as whale watching, but the physical distress is more like blood work, where I always pass out.
And yes, I love to get my teeth cleaned. If I had the money I would go every 3 months. I am actually going tomorrow and am looking forward to it! Yes - I am weird.