Week One of my Training Odyssey
Training #1 – The First Day
9:00 a.m.
Today I am to begin my personal training. I’m the perfect person for this assignment, as I am completely out of shape! I am also someone who feels a sense of terror at the mere thought of a personal trainer. And I guess you could possibly say I’m a tad lazy, whatever. I’ve been in shape before in my life though, so I’m counting on some muscle memory. So my plan is to walk in with a sort of swagger and see if I can intimidate my trainer Christina Rondeau – ha! The woman bills herself as New England’s Toughest Personal Trainer. I wrote to her the other night, saying that, as much as I was looking forward to working with her, I was a little scared of her. Her reply consisted of these three words: "You should be." Yikes.
Will check in after our session.
5:30 p.m.
OK, this chick is a slave driver! Oh, she was mellow with me today, but I can see she is holding back. Lulling me into compliance, training me to obey her…
The training itself was varied – jogging, crunches, stepping, weight resistance and boxing. This last was the most fun, as I have never tried it before. (Crunches I’ve tried.) I learned two punches and three kicks and some of the fancy footwork. And she mixed it all up so that I was never doing the same thing for more than a few minutes. There is a sort of traffic light thing on the wall, where you have to keep going until the light turns red – oh, how I listened for the corresponding beeps by the end of the crunch sessions!
Upon leaving, after a jog around the block with another woman and a small boy (who both left me in their dust), I felt like a diabetic going into a massive low blood-sugar reaction. I knew there was a coffee shop around the corner – could not get to that iced coffee soon enough! I felt shaky and weak. I positively guzzled water (need to remember to bring my own next time). I didn’t feel achy or sore, but I had the feeling that this was yet to come. Still, I think this will be do-able.
9:30 p.m.
I’m home tonight from dinner out with friends. I was supposed to catch up with another friend afterwards, but had to cancel – I am wiped out! I am thinking I will take an Aleve and hit the hay. Feeling sort of worn. I had to think twice (before saying yes, of course) about a glass of wine at dinner – I felt as though I was already a little tipsy – are these the endorphins you hear about? It was nice to get my mind off my muscles for a while though. Off to bed with my book.
The Day after Training #1
8:00 a.m.
I think I’ve made a terrible mistake…
My sleep was fitful at best – I could not get comfortable! And this morning, I literally had to lift my arm with my other hand to position it so I could get myself out of bed. I know I sound pathetic! The worst is my upper arms, which makes lifting my hand to, for example, brush my teeth an exercise in pain management. I was planning to move some furniture in my office today, but there is no way I can even attempt that. Thank God I don’t have to go back there right away. To that place. I am going to keep a good attitude, though. After today.
4:00 p.m.
A quick check-in. 24 hours out, and the pain is still mildly shocking, but I’ve felt worse. I mean, I have given birth to two people… but that was a while ago now. And, at the risk of being overly biological, I have been peeing like crazy today. This could have to do with the gallon of water I drank last night. But I like the feeling of being well-irrigated. Anyway, I got someone to rub some ointment into my shoulders, and I even walked home from a friend’s house just now. So it does appear that I am going to live…
I am supposed to go out dancing tonight, though… might be a tad comical. Will check back in a day or two…
9:00 a.m.
Today I am to begin my personal training. I’m the perfect person for this assignment, as I am completely out of shape! I am also someone who feels a sense of terror at the mere thought of a personal trainer. And I guess you could possibly say I’m a tad lazy, whatever. I’ve been in shape before in my life though, so I’m counting on some muscle memory. So my plan is to walk in with a sort of swagger and see if I can intimidate my trainer Christina Rondeau – ha! The woman bills herself as New England’s Toughest Personal Trainer. I wrote to her the other night, saying that, as much as I was looking forward to working with her, I was a little scared of her. Her reply consisted of these three words: "You should be." Yikes.
Will check in after our session.
5:30 p.m.
OK, this chick is a slave driver! Oh, she was mellow with me today, but I can see she is holding back. Lulling me into compliance, training me to obey her…
The training itself was varied – jogging, crunches, stepping, weight resistance and boxing. This last was the most fun, as I have never tried it before. (Crunches I’ve tried.) I learned two punches and three kicks and some of the fancy footwork. And she mixed it all up so that I was never doing the same thing for more than a few minutes. There is a sort of traffic light thing on the wall, where you have to keep going until the light turns red – oh, how I listened for the corresponding beeps by the end of the crunch sessions!
Upon leaving, after a jog around the block with another woman and a small boy (who both left me in their dust), I felt like a diabetic going into a massive low blood-sugar reaction. I knew there was a coffee shop around the corner – could not get to that iced coffee soon enough! I felt shaky and weak. I positively guzzled water (need to remember to bring my own next time). I didn’t feel achy or sore, but I had the feeling that this was yet to come. Still, I think this will be do-able.
9:30 p.m.
I’m home tonight from dinner out with friends. I was supposed to catch up with another friend afterwards, but had to cancel – I am wiped out! I am thinking I will take an Aleve and hit the hay. Feeling sort of worn. I had to think twice (before saying yes, of course) about a glass of wine at dinner – I felt as though I was already a little tipsy – are these the endorphins you hear about? It was nice to get my mind off my muscles for a while though. Off to bed with my book.
The Day after Training #1
8:00 a.m.
I think I’ve made a terrible mistake…
My sleep was fitful at best – I could not get comfortable! And this morning, I literally had to lift my arm with my other hand to position it so I could get myself out of bed. I know I sound pathetic! The worst is my upper arms, which makes lifting my hand to, for example, brush my teeth an exercise in pain management. I was planning to move some furniture in my office today, but there is no way I can even attempt that. Thank God I don’t have to go back there right away. To that place. I am going to keep a good attitude, though. After today.
4:00 p.m.
A quick check-in. 24 hours out, and the pain is still mildly shocking, but I’ve felt worse. I mean, I have given birth to two people… but that was a while ago now. And, at the risk of being overly biological, I have been peeing like crazy today. This could have to do with the gallon of water I drank last night. But I like the feeling of being well-irrigated. Anyway, I got someone to rub some ointment into my shoulders, and I even walked home from a friend’s house just now. So it does appear that I am going to live…
I am supposed to go out dancing tonight, though… might be a tad comical. Will check back in a day or two…
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