I did push ups today.
OK, not like on the ground, real, awful push-ups like you see military guys and super in shape people do at the gym.
But I did do two sets of push-ups involving a stability ball. And they were hard! And I did a bunch!
OK, well, a "bunch" being like two sets of 8, which is about 15 more than I've ever done before in my entire life.
Basically, personal trainer E really kicked my butt today using that stability ball.
And what did we discover today as I did push-ups and other stability ball work?
Yeah...ummm...that I am SUPER UNCOORDINATED.
This is nothing that I didn't know about myself, but I E was kind of looking at me funny and I'm sure she was thinking something along the lines of, "You poor pitiful thing" as I tried desperately not to fall off the stability ball (and failed several times at the not-falling-off-the-stability-ball part of my personal training session.)
Still, I survived my second personal training session. That's a victory right there.
Only 8 more to go.
Dear God. Please help me.