Get a Little Crazy

Although I have not been blogging about my training as much as I would like too, let me assure you that I am still going for the gold. As stated in my last blog about time management, I am juggling a lot of balls right now and time runs from me like a fat kid in a candy store. Finding the time to sit and right anything cohesive or thought provoking is a challenge to say the least. I assure you though, I am doing the one thing that makes for great reading and that is living my life to the fullest. That's the only way I am able to keep writing the things I do. This is therapy for me, so have no fear, as long as I am living my life, I will be writing it down.

I also need to take some time out to thank everybody for there comments and cheers of support, as well as the sending of  the virtual goodies. You have all been so awesome to me and I really want to thank you for that. I only wish I had the time to respond to each and every comment, but it is damn near impossible. I would be responding and posting more than actually getting out there and living a life worth writing about. So again, please take my heart felt thanks with throughout your own journey and I hope you enjoy the following tale of aching muscles, sweaty arm pits and a new found sense of self.

Just over a week ago, I decided to push my training to another level and hired a trainer. My last experience with a trainer, found me in an emergency outpatient clinic and a dire need for muscle relaxers just so I could move to sign the admission forms. One of the worst fitness experiences I think I have ever had. I classic case of juice head trainer not listening to the client. So I was pretty leery about this whole thing, but I felt like I had gained enough knowledge on my own to know whether or not things were going the way they should. I called my evil corporate gym and asked for a trainer that had experience with Triathletes. I was assigned one over the phone and a consultation appointment was set for the next day.