So today I had my starting session with my personal trainer at the club I joined yesterday. As I soon found out, the trainer guy I was speaking with was the head honcho of the trainers, and he seemed ridiculously knowledgeable with regards to training techniques. Every one of the trainers there is NCSA-certified, which is a start.

I booked almost a year's worth of sessions at four days a week; basically I want to have a trainer with me just about every day this year so that when I move out of Athens I'll have enough knowledge to be a personal trainer myself (heh). But trainers seem to be really crucial with regards to spotting, motivation, and just overall knowledge. I dont trust myself to make the right decisions or put in the right kind of effort when I'm by myself; so I think the cost (~$30 a session) is very well worth it.

Anyways, today I got all my vitals logged to plan out a set strategy; I found out that my body fat is 29% (thats pretty high), and I'm 5'9 and weight 180 pounds. Not the end of the world, but it's pretty obvious I have some body fat going. According to my trainer, by the end of this year I should be 165 and really cut, and I'm willing to put in the effort, so that's cool.

I really don't know how to describe the workouts I did today, but it was short and involved 2 different benching free-weight machines (I will never be using cables or anything). One was incline, the other straight forward. It was just to test strenght levels, but I ended up doing something silly like 7 different sets with low weights to the point where I couldnt move my arms anymore. Sweet!

The funniest WTF moment was when we were supposed to do... I think it was called a drop-down set? You do 10 reps, remove weight, do 10 more, remove weight, and do 10 more. After doing the first 10 I was like "okay ship it, lets remove the weights". He removes them and says ok lets do 10 more. I'm like "ohhhhhh SNAP" because I was anticipating a rest period. Nope, essentially 30 reps. GOGOGOGOGO.

I'm pulling a john mccain right now (cant move my arms above my shoulders) but at least I'm drinking a fruit smoothie. I'll also get a nutrition plan.

Anyways, I'm borderline giddy/happy from all of these new developments. I finally have something worth getting out of bed in the morning for, and a year from now if I keep up with this I will be in ridiculously good, Men's Health magazine-cover esque good shape. WHEEE.

Until tomorrow, my next sesh, I'm just gonna park it and recover and laugh at my dead arms. Then im gonna watch Obama ship the election. SHIP SHIP.