Lots of Pain. Where's the Gain?

While I was on my Thanksgiving break, my husband, "fitness man" made me walk another 5K (as previously mentioned) and then he decided to sign up with a personal trainer at the gym at our new place. He wants to start getting "buff" in addition to the running, so he wants to start some weight training and building up his upper body. Unfortunately for me, for a mere $10 more, he could bring his spouse for a couple's session. There went my Saturday morning... Oh, I tried to get out of it, but in the end, I decided the guilt and gloating he would lay on me for all eternity would be more painful than any sore muscles. Boy, did I guess wrong.
We did pretty good for first-timers and afterward, I was a little tired, but with some food and caffeine, I got moving again pretty quickly and felt pretty good. I got a lot done including washing the windows and glass railings of the terrace. Hubby, on the other hand, fell asleep on the sofa while I fixed his lunch.
Sunday morning, I ended up sleeping on the sofa with my head at a right angle to my body, because of a very fussy baby who wanted no part of the crib or my bed. I got up and took a handful of aspirin (I am exaggerating of course) to head off the anticipated stiff neck and muscle soreness. I needn't have bothered. All things considered, I felt pretty good. I didn't even have a tough time staying awake for the drive home.
Monday morning I awoke to discover that someone had driven over the tops of my thighs with a semi. Okay, not literally, but it hurt that badly. I was literally walking funny for what little I could walk. Hubby called and when I confessed my pain, he said he felt fine (which makes me think that someone didn't work hard enough!)
It's better today, but here's my problem... Hubby has signed us up for this abuse/workout every other day of our trip in December. If I feel this bad on the second day, I am going to die in the gym. SO, my alternative is to try to replicate at least some of this workout between now and then, so my muscles won't scream quite so loudly when I hit the gym. Luckily, we already have a machine that does a lot of the fancy stuff. I just have to figure out how to set it up. I suspect that will be a workout in itself.
Boy, being fat and unhealthy was so much easier and less painful, well with the exception of trying on clothes, or climbing stairs, or trying to fit into coach airline seats or theatre seats...
Okay, I'll start working out in the morning.