If you had asked me years ago if I’d ever work out with a personal trainer, I would have laughed at you. First of all, I never worked out— consistently, that is. I had moments of guilt-induced activity prompted by a desire to fit into a certain outfit, but nothing that was ongoing and sustaining.
As a matter of fact, whenever I heard about people I knew having personal trainers, I made fun of them. Silently, of course–in my head–inwardly rolling my eyes as I thought to myself “well what a little celebrity you think you are with your personal trainer and such.”
This week marks my first year anniversary of working out with a personal trainer! This translates to “be careful what you make fun of.”
I’ve belonged to many gyms over the course of my life but I always found them to be a problem. Mainly because eventually I figured out that you actually have to go to the gym to get in shape. I hated gyms. I hated the way they smelled, the time away from doing things I enjoyed more, the heat, the sweating, and the way so many people strutted around wanting more to be seen than anything else.
The day I went in for a consult with owner Kip Jawish, I was a nervous wreck! Keep in mind that I can give an hour presentation on a stage in front of 800 people and not feel so much as a single butterfly, but I was “talking-1000-words- per-minute” kind of nervous. He obviously knew. After meeting with Kip, I did my research, looking for some piece of information that I could use as an excuse to not begin and continue this passive-aggressive behavior I had toward getting fit. I had broken my elbow a few months before and tried to milk that excuse but he saw throught that. I ended up leaving with a contract/questionnaire. All of my possible excuses were null and void and apparently none too original.
The studio had been around for a long time and had a great reputation for getting results. They were not a fly-by-night outfit. Damn!
Rick Davis, the trainer I’d been assigned to, was not one of those guys who simply liked working out so much that one day he decided to take a course and became a “personal trainer.” Damn again! He has a Bachelor’s Degree in Health & Sport Science from Wake Forest University and a Masters degree from Virginia Tech in Exercise Physiology with a concentration in Cardiac Rehabilitation, in addition to numerous certifications. Between you and me, he has since earned the equivalent of a Masters Degree in Psychology after dealing with me for the past year! 🙂
On the wall of the studio is the picture of a senior aged woman running. Her name is Patti and I understand she passed away a few years back. She was a beloved member of the In-Fit family. Underneath her photo is the world COURAGE. To reinforce what a nerd I am, I stare at that poster (and many others) while I work out sometimes and play the hidden words game. Did you ever notice that COURAGE also contains the words: RAGE and GRACE?
What do these words have to do with my experience at In-Fit? Was trainer Rick successful at keeping me MOTV8D? Can you teach an old dog new tricks? I’ll cover these and other topics in my next blog post– My Year at In-Fit Studio: Part 2.