Saturday, December 03, 2005

My New Friend Named Killer!

Erin and I used to belong to one of those fancy gyms that cost a lot where everybody dresses up to go workout, and drives up in their Humvee. We recently switched to a small, local gym in the town we live in. Part of the joining fee included a "free" one hour session with a personal trainer. I scheduled my first training session and didn't really think much of it.

Now, I'm not by any means going to be on the cover of Men's Health but I do try to workout regularly and stay healthy. I didn't think my first training session was going to be that big of a deal. Well, I walk in to the gym and Richie (a.k.a. Killer) is at the front door. He asks me, "Are you ready? Did you have a good breakfast? Have you been drinking lots of water yesterday and this morning?" I was thinking to myself, "Uh, probably not, I thought so, probably not as much as I could have". Of course I said outloud, "Yeah, I'm feeling great!" He was ready to prove me wrong.

He started out by putting me on the elliptical machine (for those of you who don't workout, it's combines running and biking). I did that for 9 minutes and then literally ran over to the weights and started doing some sort of squat, jump, grunt, exhale, breathe slower, you're not going fast enough, exercise. Before I could catch my breath from that he was handing me weights so we could do some other dramatic lifting action that they don't tell you about when you sign up for a personal training session. After I just about dropped the weights on my head, he decided I'd had enough of those and we moved onto something else.

It was at this point that things began to fade in and out. It sounded like he was talking in sloooooow mooooootion! I muttered the words, "I think I'm going to throw up." At this point, I didn't care and said, "Is there a garbage nearby." He escorted me into the locker room and let me be. He came back a few minutes later to find me laying on the floor. Now like I said, this isn't the fancy gym anymore, so the locker room floor is about the equilivant of a gas station restroom. Not the greatest place to lay down, but I didn't care by now. He took my towel and doused it in cold water and put that on my head. About 15 minutes later when I could stand up again the "head" trainer came in to make sure I wasn't dead. I wasn't and we continued.

The rest of the workout wasn't quite as intense, although I'm proud to say that I did finish (probably not everything he wanted to do as I'm sure 15 minutes of laying down wasn't included in his master workout plan) but I signed up for 4 training sessions with him and have already completed two. Sometimes it sucks going but I sure feel good when I'm done.

Gotta run, we're going to Krispy Kreme for lunch!