I contacted my first ever PT yesterday.
A new gym opened at Claremont (hey! Civilisation comes to the northern suburbs..if this keeps up we might even get good food one day).
Unfortunately it is one of those gyms packed full of highly technical equipment and I am totally clueless.
OK , so I needed a trainer to point me at machines and tell me how many reps to do then praise my poor feeble efforts. My only request was that he/she had to be old enough to be able to tie their own shoelaces.
I had a vision of some pimply adolescent with rippling whatevers, ordering me onto something that looked like a manually operated car body crusher, then sitting back and chuckling at my wobbly bits.
One of the PT's that was mentioned is called Gary. Apparently he is very experienced with the physically disabled and the mentally retarded.
Sounds just perfect for me! I meet him in two weeks