Summer is a wonderful season, don’t you think? I mean there are vacations and beaches and weekend get-aways and tans and painted toenails and sun-bleached hair … and that swimsuit … that wicked swimsuit that you just know won’t fit this year.
So off to the gym with hopes of trimming and slimming so that clothes fit better and self-esteem is boosted.
Ah, well …
Let me tell you about my trip to Gold’s Gym on Memorial Day …
I was sort of looking forward to meeting the personal trainer I’m supposed to meet on a monthly basis. I figure I need the nudging of someone who knows the best/right way to loose weight and fat. I psyched myself out in the morning, taking my time getting ready and making sure I had everything I needed to make this workout exceptional.
The first problem was that I wrote down the appointment time of 10:30. Wrong. According to my trainer, my appointment started at 10:00. Luckily I arrived at the gym early, so I only lost 15 minutes of prime workout time.
Let me say that my trainer seems to be a nice guy. Knowledgeable. Patient. Understanding. All the qualities I need in a trainer. I nodded and smiled and asked questions as he laid out the way things would work – I got it, and the usual thoughts of “what kind of hell is he going to put me through” never entered my mind.
The workout started out okay. He showed me some of the weights and machines, ran me through the workout’s repetitions and how to do it properly. I was in the swing of things.
Then we got to the big ball. You know, the huge rubber workout ball. Well, there was no way I felt comfortable on the things. First, I’m thinking, “what if the ball bursts when I sit on it?” Then, when I’m supposed to be positioned on it to do crunches, I felt like I was slipping off. Enough. I told him I couldn’t get past that “slipping” feeling – and he said it was okay. I felt bad. We moved on to the next exercise.
Step-ups. One foot planted firmly on a platform, step up and lift your knee up waist high. Easy, right? Except if you’ve got a weak ankle and are unsteady as tree branch in the wind. So I did a few reps but couldn’t finish that either. A trip to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get an ankle brace should fix that problem (I know they’ll have exactly what I need).
So maybe not the stellar workout that I planned, but it was close enough that my body knew I worked out later that day and on Tuesday. Thank God for Motrin!
Now being the people watcher that I am, I couldn’t help noticing how un-busy the gym was. The people that were there were mostly older, mostly guys, and then people like me who were walking around with their trainers. I only signed up for the once per month sessions, but of course the gym offers a variety of programs tailored to people’s needs and budgets. Here’s the thing – being at the gym makes me feel good. I see others there who are pumped and lean and sexy as anything. And then there are almost as many people there who are just like me – there because we’re not all of the aforementioned things.
My trainer is a cool guy and I think I’m going to like working out with him. Of course, as he starts pushing me to do more and more, I might change my mind.