Ever since my body started to seriously and undeniably show signs of aging…aka weight gain, loosen skin, redistribution of aforementioned weight gain in well-known old lady areas….I have been working out for several months at a time with decent results, only to fall off the wagon for various reasons.
When I repatriated back to the US in 2011, I am lucky enough to be able to join the university fitness center for a measly $26 a month. In November of 2011 with my newly acquired stability, I was thinking about upping my game and getting a personal trainer-mostly to teach me how to use all those scary machines. I had a physical assessment which showed my cardiovascular performance was 5% above average for my age. Hey, I’ll take 5%….but I couldn’t find a trainer who: A. was interested in working with a middle aged woman and/or B. was able to accommodate my schedule.
Then came “the fall”. The fall that happened at the hospital where I work when I slipped on a puddle of water and tore my hamstring muscles off the bone…that is another story.
In the 18+ months since “the fall” I have had all kinds of exercise therapy, some of it prescribed by a doctor and some on my own. Besides the exercise physiologist who got me balanced again by far the best workout was the “bootcamp” I did last April and May. We, a small group of middle aged adults met from 6-7am at the local high school track and did a different combination of pilates, yoga, weights, running, martial arts led by a very nice, middle aged, highly motivated personal trainer…it was fantastic!!
I loved being outside, being with group for motivation and seeing results quickly….my schedule did not like boot camp. I struggled to get to work by 8am so I missed a few sessions then vacation was looming which meant longer hours and that started my spiral out of bootcamp.
I finally got a young personal trainer at the gym and she was good but the workouts were boring, same thing every time, she was only free in the afternoon and I prefer mornings. Did I say she was young and had a perfect body?
Sooooo, this month I gave myself the gift of 10 personal training sessions with my middle aged boot camp trainer, also with a perfect body but at least she has a few wrinkles….and she comes to my house at 6am…how posh am I?