Personal Trainer...

I walk a fine line between over doing it and not doing enough.  Sometimes I feel like I am going a million miles a minute and i'm handling it, other times I over do it and eventually I collapse.  Today it one of those days.  Feeling accomplished and on a buzz from yesterday, I decided to meet a friend of mine who;s been bugging me to check out her gym.  Today was that day.  I made it barely on time and met her trainer and we got started.  Silly me, forgetting that I have not been to THE GYM let alone a gym for ohhhh about 2 years.  Over zealous and ready to impress I started the circuit training routine.  5 minutes in...sweat....a little huffy...no big deal.....10 minutes in.....sweat drenched, gasping and arms shaking from lack of exercise I stood up and a wave of nausea and dizziness swept over me like a tidal wave.  I took my pride and sat down...then I laid down...then the trainer offered me a protein bar and I realized defeat...for a few minutes.  When I felt better, I jumped back in, determined to prove that my body was the same one as pre-kid.  NOPE.  Ten minutes later....i'm down for the count, trying not to puke and trying to make the room stop spinning.  Just as it is with kids, we as parents, as adults, as women, have good days of balance, and days of disillusioned grandeur.  Today I realized my body is different.  I am not 22 anymore and it doesn't handle the things it used to.  I need to balance.  Start slow and find a good rhythm, not burn the candle at both ends like I could when I was younger.  I got home and my husband doctored me with Gatorade and then, right as I settled in to nap (because Luke was already napping...) My son woke up.  Sorry mom, not today.  The one day I really needed to be lazy, my kid had other plans.  But isn't it always like that?  You can never bet on a kid to be routine.  The day you do that is the day you do not get to nap.  So all day I have been tired from getting my butt handed to me at the gym, and my own personal trainer, Luke, is showing me no mercy.  Balance....it's all about balance.  Maybe next time I want to work out, Luke and I will go for a walk ;)