Yeah...so, June 2011 (flashback, cue the fog and dreamy music).
My weight was at an all time high (no, I will NOT mention it, TYVM), my back and knees were killing me, I was constantly using a heating pad on my back, I had difficulty getting upstairs in my house/elsewhere.
A new gym opened in my ‘hood 02/11. They sent me a card for a complimentary tour. I went to an open house and the owner himself took me around and introduced me to the personal training staff (I expressed an interest in that, since all those machines and weights and and and were just intimidating). I signed a contract that day for 3x/week training. WTF did I get myself into? I had never done anything like this in my life!
6/7/11 was my first session. Weight and measurements and BMI were taken (no, I will NOT mention them, TYVM). 2 minutes on the treadmill at zero incline at 1.0 speed for 2 minutes – THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE, PEOPLE! 3 pound smartbells were heavy as lead in my hands. And those machines – OMFG! 1/2 hour of torture! Again, WTF did I get myself into?
It helped that my trainer was 20 years old, studying exercise/physical therapy/kinesiology in college. AND OMFG HAWT LOOKING (read: hairy bear type, although he is str8).
And it helped that I saw other people in the gym WHO LOOKED JUST LIKE ME! This was no “skinny white people only” place; everyone was welcomed with the same kindness. VERY important in my book!
Cripes, I could not MOVE the next day. Every muscle/body part ached like a mofo, like I had been kicked by a mule. The only one who knew why I was sore was spouse. I told no one what I was doing because (1) I didn’t know whether I would drop out quickly and (2) I didn’t wanna be nagged (how’s it going? are you still exercising? etc.). And spouse knows better to NOT nag me (wink wink nudge nudge).
6/9/11 was session #2. I told hawt trainer that I hated him because he made me ouchie all over. His response was, “Good, my evil plan is working, bwhahahahaha!” I told him to fuck off; he pushed me to the treadmill.
(Fast forward to the present, drop the fog and dreamy music).
So today. I actually look forward to my Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday gym time. I signed up for another year. I have a different trainer for each day; hawt trainer was promoted within the company, but I still get to see him. My 3 trainers believe in me. And I believe in myself.
I can lift heavier weights because I am stronger and more flexible. 135 pounds on the back extension machine is nothing; 50 pound standing ab crunches is routine.
And now I have an even more important reason to visit the gym.
(to be continued)