I embarked upon a 2 week regime with a personal trainer,
beginning Monday evening of this week. I used to exercise so much, but in
India....not so much. So, initially, this guy weighed me, and told me my ideal
weight. I am pretty sure I said some unkind words to him (let's just say that "some untoward language flew across the room"). I told him 1) I was not 20
years old, 2) We've got 2 weeks and......HEY! 3) dude, lets jump back into
reality here and get off the 1950's weight charts. Let's just focus on getting
me a bit more conditioned in these 2 weeks. Ha
So.....he got to know me very well early on, in addition to my overall
philosophy and direct goals for this program. We ended up actually having a LOT
of fun, and of course he was awesome. I warmed up with cardio, and we did upper
body Monday night. Then tonight, 30 minutes of cardio, plus legs and abs (or
should I say "stomach"? Ha). He absolutely killed me.
My favorite word he said was "Out!" That
signified we were done with each set. Each set was a different number of
repetitions of 3, and so for example if it was 3 sets of 12, he would start
with 1, 2, 3....and midway, he would start the backwards countdown of 3, 2, 1, and
"Out!"
Due to the intensity, I told him on 2 occasions that I
did not like him (yet used a stronger word) and at one point I told him I
thought I was actually about to die. None of this phased him, and he just
continued to smile and say, "Excellent!" when I finished each set. I
suppose if he responded with what was really in his head, this could be
de-motivational to me. Ha
I have seen some personal trainers in the US, and of
course they are awesome. However, he was really the best whom I have ever
personally seen/ interacted. (for my...ahhh...personality type.)
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