Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Day One
The day finally came. It was time for my first work out with Ernie, my personal trainer. I went to bed at midnight last night so I would be able to wake up easy at eight in the morning. I did well. I got up at eight, changed, and got ready for my work out. I was a little sad to see that my time of the month started but luckily I wasn't cramping too horribly. I took some midol. I then realized I had never drove to his gym before. I was praying that I remembered the directions given to me. I did. I took a right on Enterprise and looked up to see a huge sign. It read Ernie's Gym. The first step of getting up on time was completed. The second step of getting to the place on time was completed also. I was up to a good start. I had a warm welcome by Ernie and my favorite employee, Allison. Ernie is very energetic, enthusiastic, and fun. I was excited. We first got measured. We were measured on our chest, hips, and butt. I don't think the measurements were too accurate but that's okay. The whole point is to get healthier and fell better. The work out was not like I had planned but it was good. I thought it would be a cardiovascular sort of work out. It wasn't at all. It was fast pace and didn't have much of a break but it was all strength training and muscle toning. We did a lot of push ups and sit ups. My abs and arms are definitely going to be sore. I felt good afterwards and was glad I still have the whole day to get things done. Normally, I wake up at about eleven. This was a nice feeling. I felt productive. I have already finished most of my homework I have been stressing about. As for the rest of the day, I plan to work out again, tan, practice my speech for public speaking, write another journal, and finish my sociology paper. It will be a busy day but a productive day. I also might meet up with a old friend that goes to Drury. We are going to stop by Hilcrest and watch our high school soccer team play. I'm excited for the day.
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