This week a good friend and I decided we were going to hire a personal trainer. Usually any time of gym membership or fitness project makes my wallet much leaner than my body, but I continue to try.
We went to Catalyst Fitness, which is a huge and amazing place. My friend belongs but the real reason was that I met the owner and could not help but notice she has the BEST defined arms I have ever seen. I want them on this body. Although defined muscles may take more than the regular lifting of wine glass to lips, I was willing to try. It was late in the day when we got to the gym and simply walking in made me tired.
It's not like I am in terrible shape. My husband and I take a spin class every weekday morning at the Bike Or Bar. It is loud music, flashing lights and the BEST instructors in all of NY state. I usually leave there soaked in sweat. I also try to do 2 days of Hot yoga - which I love. So you would think that I could at least get through a little fitness class at a gym. Not so.
My friend and I met our trainer Sebastian. Very tall, very fit, very cute. You know the kind of person you want to impress a bit. Instead of putting together a program, he had us join his TRX class. Frankly it didn't look too bad. A couple of straps hanging from a station and you just kind of suspend yourself. How hard could it be?
We positioned out mats and started by laying on our backs, putting a foot in each strap and then flipping over. Yes I said flipping. I haven't flipped since I was a toddler. Now I am on my my palms with my body in the air, my feet in stirrups and after 20 seconds I AM EXHAUSTED. That was the first exercise and the easiest. So much for impressing the cute trainer. We were on our hands, our heels our toes. We were pushing and pulling and bending. None of it was easy and our trainer may have realized it because he offers us a water break.
Exhausted to the point of delusion, we walk to the water fountain. On the way, I start feeling a bit better until I walk directly into some piece of exercise equipment, jabbing me in the stomach and making me trip. Surely no one say that - although my friend has trying hard to hide the hysteria. What the hell am I doing here?
After 1 hour, I am wiped out. I thought I would be better at this and now I just feel weak and even more in need of a trainer. Next week he booked us for an 1 1/2 so he can test our fitness - apparently lying flat on the mat breathing heavy didn't give him a clear indication.
I could quit and just deal with things the way I am especially because it has been three days and my legs are still sore. But I will not. You see my twin sister recently lost 60 pounds and can do 100 push ups. My best friend recently lost 20 pounds and looks awesome in a tight size 4. Where does that leave me? I will tell you. It leaves me visiting Sebastian and suspending my self in this TRX nightmare.
We went to Catalyst Fitness, which is a huge and amazing place. My friend belongs but the real reason was that I met the owner and could not help but notice she has the BEST defined arms I have ever seen. I want them on this body. Although defined muscles may take more than the regular lifting of wine glass to lips, I was willing to try. It was late in the day when we got to the gym and simply walking in made me tired.
It's not like I am in terrible shape. My husband and I take a spin class every weekday morning at the Bike Or Bar. It is loud music, flashing lights and the BEST instructors in all of NY state. I usually leave there soaked in sweat. I also try to do 2 days of Hot yoga - which I love. So you would think that I could at least get through a little fitness class at a gym. Not so.
My friend and I met our trainer Sebastian. Very tall, very fit, very cute. You know the kind of person you want to impress a bit. Instead of putting together a program, he had us join his TRX class. Frankly it didn't look too bad. A couple of straps hanging from a station and you just kind of suspend yourself. How hard could it be?
We positioned out mats and started by laying on our backs, putting a foot in each strap and then flipping over. Yes I said flipping. I haven't flipped since I was a toddler. Now I am on my my palms with my body in the air, my feet in stirrups and after 20 seconds I AM EXHAUSTED. That was the first exercise and the easiest. So much for impressing the cute trainer. We were on our hands, our heels our toes. We were pushing and pulling and bending. None of it was easy and our trainer may have realized it because he offers us a water break.
Exhausted to the point of delusion, we walk to the water fountain. On the way, I start feeling a bit better until I walk directly into some piece of exercise equipment, jabbing me in the stomach and making me trip. Surely no one say that - although my friend has trying hard to hide the hysteria. What the hell am I doing here?
After 1 hour, I am wiped out. I thought I would be better at this and now I just feel weak and even more in need of a trainer. Next week he booked us for an 1 1/2 so he can test our fitness - apparently lying flat on the mat breathing heavy didn't give him a clear indication.
I could quit and just deal with things the way I am especially because it has been three days and my legs are still sore. But I will not. You see my twin sister recently lost 60 pounds and can do 100 push ups. My best friend recently lost 20 pounds and looks awesome in a tight size 4. Where does that leave me? I will tell you. It leaves me visiting Sebastian and suspending my self in this TRX nightmare.
You look fab the way your are! You don't give yourself enough credit for all the exercising you do! Plus, just walking in those gorgeous heels of your is exercise in itself.
ReplyDeleteThanks beauty but let's face it we are getting old when simply walking in nice shoes is an effort....and it is :-)
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