Oh! ouch! ouuuch!

This. Is what I am saying today. The reason? I've decided after so much waffling to add some weights to my routine. For those who know me: it's okay, the world isn't ending, and for those who just "sorta" know me, if there is one thing I hate doing--it's lifting weights.

In college when I was running we were supposed to go into the weight room two times a week. I did a lot of things, but making it into the weight room two times a week was--sadly not one of them. I'm not proud of this but I just hated the weights, and I had a hard time building the habit of going in and taking the time.

Now, I'm older and wiser and I've come to the realization that gaining some strength in my noodle arms will help me drive to the finish line faster. So I've realized that but I still don't like weights. In order to combat this dislike, I decided to get some forced discipline by signing up for 8 sessions of weight lifting with a trainer at my local YMCA--Misty.

Misty is a very nice lady, she knows about running--and as the title of my post might suggest, she also appears to know how to make me sore. Yesterday we met, and we got to know each other while she made me do work--including lunges with the medicine ball, shoulder presses, core work, push ups, planks, etc...This was all great. I felt like I learned something (I usually wander around the weight-room with little purpose, and she totally helped me with that), and she pushed me (As I wander around I also don't work very hard--I told you, I hate weights).

Today--I'm so sore. Damn you weights. My ass, my shoulders, my core. I know the workout did what it was supposed to--but damn you weights!

All I can say is...I'm in it now. I can't break up with Misty (I don't want to)..and--okay I actually have lifted weights in the past...I got my fastest 10K time. I'm hoping it helps this time too!