I have mentioned before that my amazing daughter managed to lose 130 pounds over two years working out and following mostly Weight Watchers and then she modified as she learned more and more about nutrition. I have blogged about how jealous I am of her ability to be a bit selfish and put her workouts before just about everything. I mean, maybe the apocalypse would slow her down, but maybe not.
A few weeks ago she mentioned that she would like to get certified as a personal trainer and was starting to look into what was involved. So I asked her if she would like to practice on me and be my personal trainer.
And she said YES! Here's the rub... I am on East Coast (Florida for the winter), she is on West Coast. Seriously, we could not geographically be further without one of us falling into an ocean. But with the internet and skyping, we figured we could work out the logistics.
So yesterday, she sent me my first workout. Now, I have been walking and doing some weights but to be honest... I haven't really been 'working', y'know what I mean? I do the exercises, but if I get hot, or sweaty or out of breath, I start calling it in, I meander away, I log my piddly 15 minutes of strength training and that has been enough.
This morning was different. It was like Dorrie was on my shoulder, but she had Jillian's voice
I didn't call it in. I lunged and Supermanned and crunched and rowed and pelvic thrusted and jumped and planked. I sweated (liquid awesome) I got hot, I got tired and I got mad.
Mad at me for getting so heavy. Mad at me for not even trying jump ropes before now. I can do them... not lots and lots, and my form may be a bit sketchy, but I can do them. This workout was 1 hour and 10 minutes and I did not walk away.
This last four months on Spark has been great. I have learned a lot, I have changed many habits and I feel like I have been getting in condition for this next phase. I know four months ago I wouldn't have lasted this whole workout. And I am glad I didn't try four months ago. But I am ready now.
So here is to my next phase, which in my head I will call my BadAss Gym Rat phase of life. I have the time. I have the trainer. I just need to make sure I have the heart to see it through.
Keep sparking, my friends. And thanks for all your support.