Holy frickin crap (the curse words I want to use are way too bad)!!

OH MYYYY GOOOOODDDD!!! I just got done working out. This one's for you Josh.

This was by far the hardest workout in the last 2 or 3 weeks. In fact, I have never come closer to crying during a workout than I was tonight. The fact that I was seconds away from puking most of the workout doesn't really need to be said, does it? I was laying on the floor, trying to catch my breath and not puke, my face had to be the color of a cooked lobster, and Josh was telling me to get up and get on the stair stepper. I was whimpering and saying, I can't, I can't get up - he just kept telling me to get up. I looked and sounded pretty pitiful, I am sure. At the time I was begging and whimpering, I didn't feel like a wimp... but looking back, I kind of do now.

This was a 9 on the puke scale (the only reason it's not a 10 is because I haven't puked yet, I reserve the right to update this if I do).
I can guarantee you that I would NEVER push myself this hard if I didn't have a trainer - this is why personal training gets more results than when I work out alone!!!