My $40 worth!

So today I was very excited and motivated for my workout. I haven't worked out since Friday since I had to work all weekend. So, I got there 30 minute before I was scheduled and I did 1.48 miles on the treadmill. I was feeling like such a great little student. At my scheduled time I went over to Carlos, my trainer, and I was stupid enough to make the comment, "Okay, give me my $40 worth!" He winked and said, "C'mon!" He said we were going to do legs and abs today. So we started with some lunges, which were simple enough. They hurt but were tolerable. The rest of the workout is a blur to me. I know that when I was done, I had no control over my legs, and I thought I might throw up. I tried to keep a smile on my face so as not to let this young little piece of eye candy know that he had beat me. However, I think he figured it out. I imagine all the trainers high-fiving each other and laughing after they almost kill someone. When I went to pick up my son from the "kids club", the attendant asked me if I had hurt myself. I responded, "no, the trainer hurt me." She just smiled. She must see this often. I made it to the car by sheer will power and refusal to fall onto the wet ground and be run over by another car, however I did consider that option. I made it home and I ate some edimame. I'm full now and I was able to make it upstairs. I plan on showering and doing housework. I guess I got my $40 worth! HA!