Saturday, July 24, 2010

Maybe, Maybe Not

Well, I am trying something new this month. I have hired a personal trainer. I know, I know - shocked right? Me too.

It's just that this heat is doing nothing for my physical activity level, and I am terrible at going to the gym (and being productive on my own once there). It's been nine months since Ella was born and honestly, I haven't worked out really hard once in those nine months. Shame on me.
I have just completed session # 7 with May (my trainer). She is one tough cookie. I am constantly trying to decide if I love her or hate her, as she makes me do one painful exercise after another. I mostly hate her as I am working out, but when I get home and feel good, I love her again.

After my very first session (where I am quite sure there were tears rolling down my face but I cleverly concealed them with my own sweat), I honestly had trouble walking home. It was early in the morning, and I could hear the call to prayer playing in the distance... I looked around and wondered if I collapsed on the sidewalk under a palm, would anyone eventually find me? The compound is pretty much deserted for the summer. I figured I would give one of the Blue Men a heart attack if they eventually came upon my passed out self as they mowed grass or watered flowers, so I hobbled home slowly. My legs weren't the same for about four days. Ouch! Colin enjoyed teasing me about the whole thing.

May makes me do crazy exercises that I swear she must stay up at night and actually invent. I have caught other gym-goers staring at us (mostly me), but no matter. I am going to keep it up as long as I can. Wish me luck!

I think I am starting to get a little loopy with no rain. Like, not even a cloud in the sky for weeks and weeks. Please, let it rain soon. PLEASE.


  1. Hi Tasha, you are so descriptive. I love reading your blog this one make me laugh you are so funny. I enjoy it very much.

  2. I hope this continues to "work out" for you, oh my that was bad.

    Your reference to hearing the call to prayer reminded of how while living and visiting in the Middle East in the past the call often jilted me out of this idea that we were in a normal environment. It always seemed so odd and mysterious to me back then.

  3. Yes, I am back at it Tim... I can think of many other things I would rather be doing, but I am trying to make working out a priority (fingers crossed!).
    And yes, I don't know if the call to prayer will ever seem "normal" to me either. Always catches my attention, for sure. I find it very mysterious as well : )