Bit the bullet and paid a few quid for 18 sessions with a PT at a place by my work in town. It was my third session of the programme at 6am this morning and it'll be the same time tomorrow and Wednesday.
I never knew what a 'Prowler' in a gym was until this morning and I'll be honest, I wish I still never knew. I never want to see one those little fuckers again. Was at the side of my car at 6.50 this morning throwing up in the car park by The Railway pub on Tithebarn Street about ten feet away from a rough sleeper. It was all a bit surreal.
Determined to see this through, though, but I'll admit that even my hair is hurting as I sit here typing this. My pains are in pain and all that.
Never thought I'd like or feel comfortable using a PT but already I can see the benefits as the work rate levels in these 45 minute sessions are probably ten fold to what I'd normally put in and think was decent if I was on my own.
Bring on tomorrow...
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