love… like… deal with…show up to the gym. I really wish I could be one of those people who thrive on going to the gym. You know that type, the ones who constantly update Facebook letting everyone know about every gym session and sign up for all types of races. Those people who actually consider going to the gym a hobby, not a chore. Unfortunately, I’m the one who hmms and haaaws every time I have to go.
The only days I genuinely enjoy going to the gym are the days that I get to work with my awesome trainer, Jillian. I love my Jillian days because she tells me exactly what to do and how to do it. She pushes me…hard, and I usually grunt in a very unladylike way through much of our workouts. She makes me sweat. Half of the workouts she has me do cause me to stare at her like she is crazy, but I do them anyway. When I leave Jillian I’m exhausted, but I feel great!
Jillian started as my trainer, but has grown to become my friend. I see her twice a week, which is more than I see most of my friends. When we are training we talk about everything. The best part is, I can tell her anything (and not just because she doesn’t know most of the people I talk about). Jillian has seen me at my absolute best and at my absolute worst.
Although Jillian makes me sweaty and sore, it has all been worth it. Because of Jillian, I am down 20 pounds and I’m not done yet. I am stronger and leaner. My clothes fit better. I am in the best shape I’ve been in, in the last 10 years. And I’m happier…just not always while on my way to the gym.