Tomorrow starts Day 1 of my 30 Day Makeover. I signed up for an intense exercise program at my gym to get ready for Spring.
I’m hoping I’ll have better luck than I did last year. Doc Lancelot got me this same package for my birthday (upon my request). You start out on Day 1 doing a physical assessment, measure body fat, weight, goals, etc. At Day 30, you do another assessment. A lot of people I know that have done this program have had incredible results.
Last year, I had a young, strapping 20-something, newly graduated trainer. I explained to him that I was a little out of shape, that I had had knee surgery, and had a recent shoulder injury. I told him I had trouble doing squats and overhead lifts because of these injuries. What does he have me doing the first session? Jumping up with a kettle ball, lifting it over my head, then dipping into a squat!!! I could hear my shoulder grinding, and I finally had to ask him if he had heard anything I said. His response, “We’re working out those injuries.” Crazy meathead trainer say what?
We stopped with the joint torture, and proceeded to do cardio. Vomit cardio. He had my heart rate up so high, that I almost fainted and had to go into the locker room. Sweating and gagging. Lovely. I’m not a marathon runner, but I’m not THAT out of shape. I don’t understand the whole mentality of some trainers. I was so miserable and sore the next day, that I had no desire or motivation to continue. More than anything….I was extremely frustrated that he had not listened to me. I risked injury and burnout because Mr. Fitness 2009 thought “30 Day Makeover” meant “30 Minutes of Hell”.
So this time I requested a FEMALE trainer that will train me in the women’s part of the gym. I think it will be better, because you know….women listen. Right?
I want to be pushed beyond my comfort zone.
I want to be sore.
I want to sweat.
I want to feel like giving up.
I want to be proud of myself for not giving up.
Most of all, I need a trainer I can trust. One that can push me harder than I ever could.
So tomorrow…….I start.