Getting buff......more like getting into shape

This morning I wake up at 5:25am to go to the gym at 6. I had a personal training class that I should have started like 2 weeks ago. I try to think of all the excuses I can make to not go because for one I'm tired and two I am scared. I'm scared that I will not be able to keep up and also intimidated because I have not met my personal trainer. Everytime I think of one I think of a drill seargent yelling at me. It's 5:45 and I am about to leave and I hear Audrina in the room crying, yay a way out of this. I go into the room and nurse her back to sleep. I look at the time and it is 5:50. Ok I guess I can go. I go to the class and in the personal training room I see all types of people. I see the group that I am suppose to be in and they were all middle aged men. I get kind of scared for some reason. Then I meet my trainer Chris. He was  very sweet and didn't look scary at all. We start the class and we do a lap around the gym. Then we get into the intense stuff. Lots of lifting, bending, squatting, jumping, but nothing too intense where I will pass out. My trainer is super kind and very encouraging. He wants me to take it slow because this is my first time and he didn't want me to over exert myself. The entire time he is helpful and not all mean. I actually enjoyed going to the gym today and I look forward to finishing this month strong. I am dedicated to this 3 days a week sessions, in between I am suppose to rest according to Chris because I need my muscles to rest. But, I think I will swim in between those days. Vegas here I come!