Two nights ago I went along to my first (group) personal training session. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but felt quite cocky, giving the running I’ve been doing and seeing how much my fitness level has progressed over the last 8 weeks. I thought maybe there’d be 3 or 4 of us, there was 7! Two of them were teenage girls (trainer’s daughter, and another trainee’s daughter), but the 4 other ladies were so fit! Trim, toned, exactly what I want to be and exactly why I sought out the PT session to start with.
We started with a run around the trainer’s street (we train at her house). She’s in a hilly area, which was overwhelming for this flat-path-runner! I suddenly realised how fit I am NOT! Next it was to the mats for pushups and sit ups. It has quite probably been more than 5 years since my last sit up or push up! Then into a circuit, with activities like skipping, arm weights, lunges, running, side planking, bench squats, and yoga-ball-push-up-things. In between circuit activities we did star jumps, burpies and squats.
I survived the first session, knowing I hadn’t done as much as the others, but the trainer said to me, go at my pace, do what I can, those girls have been training at least 6 months, some up to 3 years! They were all impressed that I didn’t throw up or leave half way through! I drove home, feeling proud of myself, but wondering how I would feel the next day.
Yesterday morning I woke up and thought, “This is not so bad.” Fast forward to this morning, and sitting here typing this is making my arms hurt! In bed, rolling from my back to my side hurts. Getting the full carton of milk out of the fridge this morning, hurt. Blowing my freaking nose this morning, my abs hurt. Abs! I had forgotten I had any muscle in there! But boy do I know they are there today!
I know, no pain, no gain. I can certainly see that this training will really help me tone up and hopefully slim down. But how long will I hurt for? And what toll will hurting for 3 days a week take on the rest of my exercise, like running? I should be running today, as I haven’t since Tuesday but with my arms and legs this sore, I wonder if I should?
Last night, after being somewhat discouraged from not seeing the scales make any significant movement (I think I’ve lost a couple of kgs in the last 8 weeks or so, which feels like nothing!), I tried on my jeans. My jeans were the reason I started running back in the middle of March. We had a cold day, and I put my jeans on. I could barely get them done up, and when I did, there was more muffin top than a bakery! I was so disgusted. But last night, I pulled the jeans out, and bravely tried them on. Oh my god! Hallelujah! The scales might not show a loss, but clearly I have lost inches. The jeans not only did up easily, but there was barely a muffin top in sight.
It would be easy to stop running, to not go back to training, to settle for fitting back into my jeans. But this is what I have always done, I have lost just enough weight to feel better about myself, and then I’ve reverted to my old ways. Thus being caught in a vicious cycle. This time is different. This time I want it more. This time I have support. This time I know what my past mistakes were. This time I am holding myself accountable. This time I have spent a small fortune on running/exercise clothes! This time I will. not. quit.
And to help keep me accountable, I’m linking up with B Being Cool for #TeamFriday. Won’t you come and join us?