I adore my personal trainer. I see her a couple times each week. On those days, I am guaranteed an amazing workout. One hour of intensive weight training and toning.

I have a workout buddy who joins us. He is a fellow executive at my company. Working out with him has its own benefits.

1. He makes the hour go by quickly.
2. We talk shop and get work issues handled while we sweat.
3. And most importantly, he cuts my training cost in half.

So when my workout buddy is out of town, I often skip my workout with my trainer. This week, my workout buddy is out of town.

My trainer caught on to my trick so she offered me a DEAL!

We do a 1/2 hour of cardio TOGETHER, then we only do 1/2 hour weight training focusing on only my muscles, and my cost is the same as if my workout buddy is there.

The upside: I get an hour workout.

The downside: my regular 1 hour weight training is crammed into 1/2 hour session.

This means no breaks. No rest periods. She kicks my ass. If you see me limping around this week, you’ll know why. Don’t get me wrong…I love every painful second. Really, I do.

I waddle. I hobble. I limp. I shuffle. I do anything to move one foot in front of the other. Most people call it walking. I call it hell. Add a flight of stairs and I’m in, what’s worse than hell, oh yeah, Disneyland.

My inability to move only indicates my suspicion…

She hates me. Yes, I said it. My trainer hates me. I pay her twice a week to make me toned and lean. Yet she continues to kick my ass every session.

After a five week doctor ordered hiatus from working out (boob recovery) I had my first day back with my trainer. I still have my second weekly session to endure. These sessions are spaced with one rest day in between. I’d prefer to take a month in between each one.

There is an upside for the second session. There is no way she can make me do a lunge or a squat if I can barely stand or walk. She can’t. If she tries I’ll fire her.