I tried for a few minutes to find a photo to represent how I felt after my first personal training session yesterday. I googled the words “triumphant” and “proud” and scrolled through a few pages of photos of people caught in those feelings, but none of them really grasped what it was like. So then, I read a small book of Wisdom from Ariel Books. I found the following quote to be most suiting:
Don’t wish me happinss–I don’t expect to be happy….Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor–I will need them all. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Yesterday morning, I showed up for personal training at 6:50am and changed into my workout clothes. My mom, who had come for the core class at 6:00am was just finishing up with her workout. I got a sweaty hug from her as we crossed paths. I bid her good job on her work out and she wished me luck on mine. It started out innocently enough on the treadmill. 3.5MPH for a little bit. Just to warm up, then he wanted me running 5.5MPH, then 5.7. After that he started adding in the strength exercises. Over here to the ball–chest presses, go! Back to the treadmill, no stopping! 3x. Now over here to do standard-stance squats with a bar, now back to the treadmill–go go go!
Overall I think we did 4 strength exercises spaced by sessions on the treadmill. I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and so we were really tapping into the harder-to-access energy reserves that I have. It felt weird and challenging and difficult and once I thought I might just toss my cookies. But I pressed through it–because I signed up for this. I asked for this. I need this. On and on it went and it was challenging enough to push me but not so hard that I would give up. I could hardly think about what I was doing let alone anything else. It was kind of liberating, in a way.
When I was all through and he told me I made it, I was already laying on a mat and he just rolled the exercise ball out from beneath my feet. Unexpectedly, I found tears cascading down my cheeks and I just felt momentarily overwhelmed! I was so proud that I hadn’t given up. He gave me a few minutes to collect myself and when I was back to good, he told me that he was proud of me for pushing through–that a majority of his first-timers need at least 10 minutes rest at the 30-minute mark because they feel the overwhelming desire to or have given in to the desire to throw up. He also told me that since I have a track-record of working out and an established fitness base, he is starting me at something more like Phase 4. He said I could be ready by December. I could have 6 months to do anything I wanted.
The other trainer called me last night to finalize registration for the Warrior Dash. She asked me what size shirt I wanted. I said Medium.