My bank account is HURTING. Why? I’m shelling out over $750 for ten personal training sessions. I think it’s the single most amount of money I have spent on anything that wasn’t a computer.
But, after going to my two complimentary sessions, I realized that I really need guidance from a fitness professional in order to have a hope’s chance in hell of going to the gym on a regular basis, and actually getting a good workout. Namely because I couldn’t remember a damn thing from my first two sessions. And because it turns out I really like my trainer. She is patient, and doesn’t treat me like a fat, out of shape loser. Win/win.
And I am pleased to report that it is not that bad! I’m going at least once a week (schedule permitting), have lost a few inches in important places, and have even come to terms with some nudity in the changing rooms. Other people’s mostly… not mine XD Observations:
Jesus Christ, gym towels are small.
Towel service comes with my membership, but once again my Tall Curse strikes. Nothing more awkward than walking to the shower knowing your ass and vajayjay are hanging out. TALL FAT CHICKS + GYM TOWELS = ACCIDENTAL NEKKID.
I hate planks.
No, really. I hate them.
Intervals are amazing
You know what’s boring? Running on a treadmill for forty minutes. But my trainer is a fan of interval training, wherein you do small bursts of cardio over small periods of time. So instead of running on a treadmill for 8 million years, I’m doing 15-30 second intervals (at high speed/incline) with breaks inbetween. Studies say this is actually the best idea for burning fat, and I am totally on board.
No Boys Allowed
Nothing’s worse than feeling self-conscious when you’re sweating your ass off (literally) and your jiggly bits are showing. Well, no need for this at Healthworks. It’s relatively gym-rat free and there’s something really freeing about not having any men around.
The whirlpool scares me
I’m lame. So. Much. Naked. I also can’t figure out how to turn it on, when it’s not already on.
I think I like the gym… huh. I’ve got four more personal training sessions before my schedule becomes psychotic, and hope to do some group training sessions in the fall (for the sake of my bank account). Exciting!