Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I've given myself - or am giving myself - an early holiday present. Or a very very very late one. Probably the latter.
Last Sunday was my first session with a personal trainer.
A present to myself. To my health. To my vanity.
I guess it is a little too little, it's a little too late. It would have probably been better for me to do this at 37 than 47, but hey, I'm doing it.
I've got two places in my head - one that knows I won't and can't have the body I desire, yet on the other, the smallest sliver that maybe, just maybe, I can. 47 seems too late to start that pipe dream, but I'm going for it anyways.
Yes, I've been working out diligently over the last two years, and I like to think I know what I'm doing, but in reality I don't. I lift, I pull, I tug, I sit up, I pull up, etc, and it all seems logical what I'm doing, but I don't know the physiology behind it all and that what I'm doing will help me obtain my goals.
Sunday was basically my evaluation. We ran through my current routines. Then we went over any physical stuff I have - the good and the bad. You know, bad backs, metal plates and pin in legs, stuff like that.
Chris (that's my trainer's name) and I then took 30 minutes to go over some other exercises I should be doing to not only to provide me greater strength, but to assist with exercise-induced growth hormones.
The EIGR will eventually help me lift differently and possibly more, but it will help develop the muscle for more definition, which is really what I'm looking for. Like I said: vanity.
And I should clarify on 'lift'. Pressing is more harmful then pulling or squeezing. It's not that I can't or shouldn't bench press, but it's probably not the best for me. I have been given alternative ways to work the same muscles. And Chris did give me a number of core exercises to do - new ones and tough ones. Lots and lots of squats.
My legs and abs are sore Sore SORE. Or as Denton childes, "soreness you paid for".
They were sore immediately after the workout and increasingly so since. But sore in a good way. Still, today's workout should prove to be interesting as I will be burning off calories by all the wincing I will be doing. I can barely walk.
I did not hire one of these yell-at-me-to-motivate-me kind of trainers. I don't respond to that. Well, I do, but my response is to shut-down, not to be inspired by. Chris is a nice guy who knows his stuff - and is a triathlete. While that's not what I'm going for, he seems to know how to connect.
And I have a few weeks before I really start with him. Chris is off for a few weeks due to having hernia surgery. He's already had one, so we commiserated on that, since I've had two as well. But I could go back to work earlier, since my job didn't require, well.....lifting weights.
So I'll get through the holidays before 10 weeks of personal training begins - or my first ten weeks, if I think I need/want more. But I've signed up - which is the biggest step and I've beat those pesky New Year's resolutioneers (I'm sure that's a word!) to the punch.
Song by: the Eurythmics