Not sure there will be other stories, well, other than the one I wrote and for some inexplicable reason lost half of, but let's see how I get on with this .....
I promised that I would keep you appraised of my exploits and antics with my exercising regime back with the best trainer in the world, Rob. Rob works some of the time out of Southcote Proactive Healthcare http://www.southcote.com/ which is a marvellous place to exercise in (it is also a chiropractic clinic and loads more besides) but he is some sort of golf exercise specialist too http://www.triprogolf.co.uk/ .
So, where do I begin. I started the week previously with an assessment, which went well and then I was all raring to go on the following Tuesday. Presenting myself at the centre just a few minutes early, I could see the last client being put through his paces and felt excited at the prospect of being able to exercise under supervision. I find it hard to maintain my motivation and enthusiasm when having to train at home, but the gym I used to attend (in between the personal training) was full of macho men - and women that were dressed more for going out than working out.
I was certainly put through my paces as I did exercise after exercise on the floor. My core is not stable so I told Rob I need to do core and leg exercises and also I have no balance, so I want to improve on that area too. Some of the exercises I remembered from previous encounters and others were completely new. I have a problem with mirror images, so when Rob is showing me how to do something and expecting me to do it, I find it near impossible as I can't work out what arm or leg I am supposed to be moving. I surely can't be the only person who has this dilemma . He tells me that I have to recognise where my body is and how it should look in certain positions. I tell Rob that I don't really recognise any part of my body! Rob says "make a bridge" and then tells me to do it higher, better or have more control when I think I am making a perfectly acceptable one. Rob is possibly a saint to be able to put up with all my mutterings, veiled (and not so veiled) threats of harm and my downright disobedience! He tells me to do something and I tell him I can't, at which point he merely looks at me and tells me to get on with it. Why would I allow myself to be subjected to such horrors? Because I am crazy. Those of you who know me will attest to this fact, and the rest of you will just have to accept it. I mean, why would anyone want to be put through tortuous regimes just to look nice and feel better? (Just a rhetorical question thrown in to make you think....) I have friends who are absolute exercise junkies and I would love to be like that, but I suspect that I am just too lazy. Of course if I had money that would be a different scenario altogether. I do have an inkling that one has to have a bit of an obsessive nature to do things like go out running in the wind and the rain, or exercise until your muscles look like Popeye's, but I could be totally wrong (as I believe I have on occasion before....).
I have been told that I have to go out walking for an hour at a time and three times a week. In an ideal world this scenario would be a pleasant and refreshing experience and one that I could manage without too many problems - unless you want to hear about my dodgy knees and pain in the back - however, because I am not wired like most people and I want to go out at six in the morning and none of my friends want to join me, I must walk on my own. Just as an aside, walking out early and on my own led me to the encounter with a loose dog, and the blog about it that I managed to delete. However, back to the story in hand, this is not an ideal world and I do have other commitments that often make finding the time to walk, hard. Well finding the time to walk when I want to and not when I have a free evening or spare time during the day that is. And have I mentioned dodgy knees and back pain? Honestly, I sometimes think that Rob expects the impossible, but then I have to put my working hat on and say, "if you think you can, or think you can't, you're right". I know that I can do all the things I am asked (although by the time I get home I can't remember how to do the exercises but that's another matter) and I know that Rob only has my best interests at heart. I wouldn't change him for the world!
I had better stop now as the time is fast approaching my first session after a week (and a half) enforced absence as he was at Wentworth (a posh golf and country club as I understand it!). I am imagining all sorts of horrible things when he realises that I have not done even half the stuff that I was supposed to do whilst he was enjoying (sorry, I meant working) himself. Oh well, best to get it over and done with quickly. If you never hear from me again you will at least know why.
Susan.
P.S. please don't ask why the first link is high lighted as I have absolutely no idea - it doesn't appear like that in the draft.....
So, where do I begin. I started the week previously with an assessment, which went well and then I was all raring to go on the following Tuesday. Presenting myself at the centre just a few minutes early, I could see the last client being put through his paces and felt excited at the prospect of being able to exercise under supervision. I find it hard to maintain my motivation and enthusiasm when having to train at home, but the gym I used to attend (in between the personal training) was full of macho men - and women that were dressed more for going out than working out.
I was certainly put through my paces as I did exercise after exercise on the floor. My core is not stable so I told Rob I need to do core and leg exercises and also I have no balance, so I want to improve on that area too. Some of the exercises I remembered from previous encounters and others were completely new. I have a problem with mirror images, so when Rob is showing me how to do something and expecting me to do it, I find it near impossible as I can't work out what arm or leg I am supposed to be moving. I surely can't be the only person who has this dilemma . He tells me that I have to recognise where my body is and how it should look in certain positions. I tell Rob that I don't really recognise any part of my body! Rob says "make a bridge" and then tells me to do it higher, better or have more control when I think I am making a perfectly acceptable one. Rob is possibly a saint to be able to put up with all my mutterings, veiled (and not so veiled) threats of harm and my downright disobedience! He tells me to do something and I tell him I can't, at which point he merely looks at me and tells me to get on with it. Why would I allow myself to be subjected to such horrors? Because I am crazy. Those of you who know me will attest to this fact, and the rest of you will just have to accept it. I mean, why would anyone want to be put through tortuous regimes just to look nice and feel better? (Just a rhetorical question thrown in to make you think....) I have friends who are absolute exercise junkies and I would love to be like that, but I suspect that I am just too lazy. Of course if I had money that would be a different scenario altogether. I do have an inkling that one has to have a bit of an obsessive nature to do things like go out running in the wind and the rain, or exercise until your muscles look like Popeye's, but I could be totally wrong (as I believe I have on occasion before....).
I have been told that I have to go out walking for an hour at a time and three times a week. In an ideal world this scenario would be a pleasant and refreshing experience and one that I could manage without too many problems - unless you want to hear about my dodgy knees and pain in the back - however, because I am not wired like most people and I want to go out at six in the morning and none of my friends want to join me, I must walk on my own. Just as an aside, walking out early and on my own led me to the encounter with a loose dog, and the blog about it that I managed to delete. However, back to the story in hand, this is not an ideal world and I do have other commitments that often make finding the time to walk, hard. Well finding the time to walk when I want to and not when I have a free evening or spare time during the day that is. And have I mentioned dodgy knees and back pain? Honestly, I sometimes think that Rob expects the impossible, but then I have to put my working hat on and say, "if you think you can, or think you can't, you're right". I know that I can do all the things I am asked (although by the time I get home I can't remember how to do the exercises but that's another matter) and I know that Rob only has my best interests at heart. I wouldn't change him for the world!
I had better stop now as the time is fast approaching my first session after a week (and a half) enforced absence as he was at Wentworth (a posh golf and country club as I understand it!). I am imagining all sorts of horrible things when he realises that I have not done even half the stuff that I was supposed to do whilst he was enjoying (sorry, I meant working) himself. Oh well, best to get it over and done with quickly. If you never hear from me again you will at least know why.
Susan.
P.S. please don't ask why the first link is high lighted as I have absolutely no idea - it doesn't appear like that in the draft.....
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