Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Yesterday I stepped way out of my comfort zone and took my first small group class with a personal trainer. I was nervous about it for days beforehand. I considered backing out. There are so many things I could use as excuses -- my husband's health, my daughter getting ready to leave for college soon, my work, my hip replacement, the lymphodema in my legs, the arthritis in my neck, the pinched nerve or carpal tunnel in my wrist (don't know which it is yet), and I considered each and every one of them. But here was my chance to step out of my comfort zone, to push things up a notch, to gain the information to know that I was doing strength training in a correct manner. This was the perfect opportunity. It was a personal trainer, coming to my neighborhood, offering a class of no more than 8 people.
Most of the first people who responded wanted evenings, and I definitely didn't. My evenings are nearly all about family. I go out once a month with my neighborhood Bunco group and I go out occasionally with my closest friends, but until my daughter leaves for college, I won't commit to anything else in the evening. I told the trainer that if she got a morning class going to let me know. Then the email came -- a 6AM, TU/TH class was set to go. It was even moved from about a mile away to within walking distance of my home. THIS WAS A SIGN! (I was thrilled and miserable all at the same time.)
I don't know why, but I couldn't sleep the night before the class. I lay there for hours without sleeping, was out of bed several times and ended up with only three hours of sleep. Then my alarm that had been set for 5:15AM was mysteriously turned off and I awoke with a start at 5:33AM. I had no time to do anything but throw on my clothes, brush my teeth and hair and grab my water and workout gear. I arrived at the site right on time.
I got out of the car and there were 3 other participants waiting -- 2 adult women and the daughter of one of the women. One woman clearly just wanted a new type of workout (she had nothing to lose). The woman and her daughter each claimed to want to lose 5 pounds or so and tighten up. I was easily 15+ years older than the oldest one of them and very easily 50 pounds heavier than the heaviest. For about 5 seconds it bothered me and then I just thought that this wasn't a competition and I deserved to be there and needed to be there and I COULD DO IT!
The trainer adapted each exercise for what she thought we were each capable of and then asked us if we could "feel it". She frequently underestimated me -- which I enjoyed. People probably look at me and think that I am not very physically active, but that isn't true. I am simply still trying to tone up after losing 115 pounds (though I put 20 back on last year when my husband was very ill) and carrying way too much weight for many years. I kept up with everyone else and the only adaptations I accepted were due to my prosthetic hip. I have to brag a little by saying that I was more flexible than the teenager! (though I certainly don't have her balance.)
It was a great workout. I learned new things and corrected some things I was doing improperly. I am ready and eager for more! I will be way less worried about trying the next new thing!!!