I finally ran out of excuses not to exercise, and headed back to the Y. It's a new year, blah, blah, blah. I work with a trainer, and the fact that I have to pay her is the main reason I show up to work out. Although I have been known to miss an appointment even though I know I will have to pay anyway. Today, a new trainer was shadowing our workout, so he "helped" me with my form. Did I forget to mention that he was a tight end on Marshall's football team last year? Yeah, whining doesn't get you anywhere with someone like that. You also know it's not good when your trainer tells the new guy to be careful because "when her heart rate gets too high, she vomits!" It's true. I hate working out.