Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Personal Training

For my birthday, my sister Devin and her husband got me 2 hours of personal training at my gym.

Similar to the personal training hours I am trying to win with the new contest.

(Update on that contest: I am almost through my second punch card in order to get my tee-shirt, so that means I only have one more punch card to go through to enter the personal training raffle. All in all, I have about 18 more visits. Now, you may think to yourself, "My goodness, M, have you even gotten off the couch AT ALL this summer, with that many visits left?!?!?" And to that I would say, "Well, with the addition of my swim workouts in a separate 50-meter pool now, and my rides done outside or on a trainer, I am getting my workouts in, just not always at the gym." Sigh. If there were only a way I can make that hour I spent on my trainer watching New Jersey Housewives Lost Footage count toward a punch on my card!)

Anyfatty, I had my first session this morning with my personal trainer.

Holy Kick-My-Ass.

Good news: My fitness enabled me to stay upright even when my mind was trying to ignore my quads screaming, "Get down! Take cover! Stop, drop and roll yourself out the door and back home!" So I wasn't totally humiliated at my strength level.

Bad news: My strength level. As in, I sense he may have taken it easy on me today, which is why I didn't, in fact, collapse in on myself.

I imagine what I went through is sort of akin to what people are doing with this whole Crossfit thing.

In fact, I read one of Andra's comments on FB about Crossfit saying she was a bit "barfy," and found myself a little barfy on the way home.

So that's good, right?

Do we have a win?

I'm gonna say yes. I am a true believer that pain (unless its of the knee/herniated disc variety) is weakness leaving the body.

And I felt that today - like I had gotten too comfortable in my own routine that my body has gotten soft and lazy. It needed a wake up call, a fire in the belly.

Even if that fire is only 30-minutes long.

Oh, and I solved the "barfy" problem by annialating everything in the fridge when I got home.

So next sessions goals?

1. Don't die.

2. Wipe the snot from your nose BEFORE it hits the ground during lunges.

Anything else is just a bonus.

9 comments:

Vertical Man said...

Oh yeah! That brought back memories of a year spent in General Fitness Boot Camp at my health club. Good times!

Alili said...

I am stupidly jealous of this workout induced 'barfy' feeling...

Andra Sue said...

I have to say, I find the barfy feeling is not that fun. I much prefer the can't-walk-right-legs-about-to-collapse feeling. Or perhaps the so-hypoxic-I-might-pass-out feeling. Ah, good times.

Why do we do this to ourselves again? Someone please remind me.

Tri-Angle said...

I know the "Bit Barfy" feeling....as in when I finish a P90X workout and I'm on my knees on the floor, and Sedona asks me "Daddy, do you need a garbage can to puke in? Because it doesn't look like you're gonna make it to the bathroom."
Yeah....love that feeling.

Borsch said...

Lol...those are some good goals for the next sesion, I would have dropped and attempted to roll home.

Love the wedding pics!

Keep working throught those punch cards.

21stCenturyMom said...

Way to go, Megan! And a new bag - what could be better?? I'll tell you what could be better - a great ass! You go girl!

T. said...

Holy Awesome. Impressed.
And jealous.....
I wanna hurt like that to.

prin said...

Barfy would probably make me stop working out forever...

I admire your ability to do things I deem scary and/or exceedingly uncomfortable. :D

Danielle in Iowa said...

Gees, whenever I have tried personal trainers, they have never made me feel like that. I totally feel gipped! Kinda...