So I've been looking forward to working out seriously for the past month and now it's time. For really real. My ace is going to be worked over the next 12 months. I paid and everything.
After chatting with Kevin about my fitness goals, assessing my body fat % and BMI (which I won't post here), I settled on a 60-session plan and swiped the Visa. This commitment actually intimidates me, which doesn't make sense, because I truly want to work out and get in shape. For some reason, assigning a credit card to the process makes it seem so much more matrimonial.
So, once the bizness was settled, Kevin gave me my first assignment. He handed me two 5-pound plates and told me to walk around the track like I was late for work, with "good arm motion." I complied without hesitation, but as a seasoned runner, I felt like a tool after the first lap. The gym was packed with post-holiday exercisers and I caught a glimpse of myself in the windows: pink shirt, black shorts, hair pulled back in clips (because I just got my hair done and it's not long enough to completely pull back)...I looked like a mallwalker busting around the track with these plates in hand, getting passed by joggers.
"The journey of a million miles begins with a single step," i reminded myself, and completed about 4 more laps.
After that, I balanced on the Bosu ball, doing a series of bicep curls and overhead presses, first with weights, then with bands. While balancing on the Bosu ball, I focused on the monitor outside Cardio Cinema showing Baby Mama - good one. If not for the money i just dropped on training, I probably would have gone and watched it again.
Next, down to the floor for plank on the Bosu ball. That was followed by lunges swinging a 15-lb. kettle ball between my legs and up to chin height. Various permutations of kettle ball, step, bands and lunging ensued.
Finally, it was core time - transverse abdominals. The ab work was challenging: straight-leg lifts, flutter kicks, etc. At one point, I remembered the trip to Florida we have coming up in March and used that as my motivation. I also made the mistake of telling Kevin about that.
"I like to finish up by giving you a choice," he said. "100 or 1 1/2 minutes. I won't tell you what." Silence...
"Or you can challenge yourself by doing both."
By this point, I have something to prove. Okay, I'll take the challenge and do both. It turned out to be 100 flutter kicks and 1 1/2 minutes in plank. I made it through 70 flutter kicks and took a break, then finished with the remaining 30 (according to the rules established ahead of time, this was entirely permissible). Then I did the 1 1/2 minutes in plank on the Bosu ball, repeating part of a horoscope I read to myself a few weeks ago: You are a mountain of strength and have already overcome much.
And that was the end of my first training session of '09. It was awesome to have some structure and a coach again. I know I'm a sucker for positive reinforcement, and I really want to believe I'm doing something unique and significant by holding the plank for over a minute. But in my brain, I know it's really not a huge accomplishment. Hearing Kevin say, "Great!" or "Awesome" or high-fiving between sets truly convinces me, if only for a second, that I'm doing something special. Like maybe I'm the baddest-ass client he's trained all day. Because nothing screams badass like a 30-something mallwalker hustling around an indoor track.
One thing that Kevin said tonight really stuck with me after I got home. That was, "food journal." Yikes. I got home and immediately went for the Club Crackers, and remembered that I will eventually have to answer to all of my pre-meal or between-meal transgressions. I like to think I eat healthily all the time, but then I decide I deserve another Dunkin' Donuts Munchkin. As I heated up some leftover chicken and mashed potatoes, I had a handful of pistachios and a small glass of orange juice. As I was snacking, i wondered if I should count out the pistachios to determine exactly how many i was eating. Hmmm no. Then, since we had two containers of blueberries, I decided to make impromptu blueberry crisp. It was a Cooking Light recipe, so that has to count for something, I figure. Proper Food Journaling begins tomorrow.
Next training session starts Saturday morning at 9:00, titled "Evaluation With Doug."
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