I was understandably irked after the whole "baby belly" incident of last week. I kept going back and forth between feeling like a soon-to-be superhuman exercise goddess and a disgusting slob. Yeah, I know that's harsh. But it really stuck with me. The slob won over for a bit and I spent a few days being upset and overeating. But I finally rescued myself before it got too out of hand. I realized that I was only making things worse, and while I maybe deserved a little pissin' and moanin' time, enough was enough. So I called my gym and set up my first of two free appointments with one of their trainers (a perk for joining the gym). She was able to see me pretty quickly, thank goodness.
Rachel was right on time. Cute and unintimidating, she made me feel at ease right away. She was fit, but not ripped or super skinny, which I liked. We talked for a little while about my current exercise routine, my diet, and the factors which determined my commitment to getting in shape. Of course, I told her about all of my jobs and caring for my mom. These, among other stressors, didn't deter my commitment, but they sure made it harder to focus. I told her I was weary and feeling defeated, but I was still going to give it my all, especially now that I was back at the gym. She seemed pleased, and eager to help.
Rachel let me through what I thought was going to be a fairly easy workout. It was a classic kind of workout, utilizing the machines, the hand weights, and the inflatable ball. I was familiar with all of these, but used to using them in the more boot camp style of Cross Fit. My old trainer and friend, Sandy, was a big fan of this method. It worked for a while, but really burned me out eventually. Perhaps this "gentler" approach would be just the thing I needed. But what I found was that it was actually pretty difficult, which was ok, but unexpected. I guess I really let myself lose that edge I had gained after working with Sandy so long. Not to worry, I was there, right? After the workout, Rachel and I chatted a bit and scheduled my next and final session. I wanted to do it quickly, in hopes of staying motivated. So we were on again the following Monday at 5 p.m.
I was really, really sore a few days after our first workout. Sore like I had a session with Sandy, which surprised me. Even rolling over in bed was agony. I felt so lame for being in that much pain, but it eventually subsided, as did that feeling. I was ready for round two. This time, Rachel, an avid runner, had me do a cardio interval workout. She stood one treadmill over and coached me through a thirty minute, 2.5 mile run. I don't think I have ever run that long without stopping, so I was pretty happy with myself at the end. After the run, she had me do sets of planks, squats, walking lunges, and bicep curls. I was exhausted, but feeling victorious. I told Rachel that I wished we could continue to work together, but that financial limitation made it impossible. She graciously offered her e-mail address, and told me that anytime I saw her around the gym, I should feel free to ask her questions.
I'm definitely feeling nervous about working out on my own. It's so much better to have someone there with you, telling you exactly what to do, and coaching you through it. But the real world doesn't work that way (except for maybe actors and famous athletes); I just have to deal with it. I have been given the tools, and have enough experience to do this on my own. I'm thinking that writing out workouts for the week in advance will help. But if my exercise journaling skills are anything like my food journaling ones, I'll be in trouble. Maybe I'll go out on a limb this week, and try to do both. That's some pretty positive thinking!
Published On: November 04, 2011