This may just be my annual spring round of vowing to live a healthier life. Then again, it may not. Either way, I now have a personal trainer.The road to this decision began a couple of years ago, when I restarted regular physiotherapy and spent a week at a wellness hotel in the Swiss Alps. It's not just a question of being a bit out of shape and too fond of a pint or two in the pub after rehearsals. I still have incomplete movement following multiple dislocation of both shoulders. And let me tell you: ouch!
Anyway, physical excuses combined with good old-fashioned laziness have sidelined my keep-fit activities too much over the last few years. Hence the personal trainer.
It's certainly not going to be anything like my initial thought of a while ago, which was of a guy shouting at me once a week to pull a bit harder on the rowing machine. Oh no. This is serious. His aim, as he put it, is to help me to change my lifestyle. That's big stuff.
In our first session, it was not altogether uplifting to face the various body mass and fat percentage statistics that were thrown at me. A bit of Bruce? More like a huge greasy blob of Bruce. In sound scientific fashion, we concluded that I'm 'a bit fat'.
I now have a scary new toy in my living room. It's called a 'gymstick'. Let's see how long this lasts. Maybe my room-mate can help?
7 comments:
being in the middle of a similar, if self-directed, process (again, after a bad relapse), i'd like to offer a word of encouragement:
the lifestyle thing is true, and it is actually not as scary as it sounds. think of it not so much a wrench out of your comfort zone into a world of pain as adopting a couple of habits that will actually, for real, feel *good* to do and you'll feel good about.
best of luck!
Thanks, dude, and the best of best to yourself, as well.
Yup, I second the matti. This is going to be good, and having a personal trainer is really freaking helpful.
My only advice (if I can dish) is, although of course you'll have goals, to forget about future-tripping in your mind about Bruce Adonis 2008 and really try to be attentive to where you are right now, whenever right now comes up, and to give right now your best effort.
I used to future-trip too much and it made me discouraged. The Zen road is much much more effective on the body and pleasant on the brain!
Thanks, happeningfish. Truthfully, I have no Adonis 2008 in mind. I am me and I've been around long enough to know that that much is not going to change. What I do have in mind in an age landmark coming up and a couple of notches on the belt that really shouldn't be getting so much wear.
age schmage
I had a nice comment from his eminence The Periodic Englishman, regarding turning round figures. Something on the lines of how younger people ought to be jealous of us: people of thirty should be ten years jealous (of our vintage, Kanipupu!), and people of twenty, twenty. I'd be happy to let you borrow those words of comfort, should they comfort you.
Ah yes, Anna. I, too, would be jealous of those extra ten years of bacon and beer. Those extra twenty years of not jogging round the park. Bliss! Round figures, indeed.
What was the line in that play called 'Pricks' that the Players did a while back? Something like, a paunch is a sign that a man knows how to enjoy life...?
Oh god, I knew we'd be reduced to quoting pricks sooner or later
(this was a clumsy attempt at a pun - not a comment on the quality of the writing)
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