I’ve never had a personal trainer before, and to be honest, I have to share him with half a dozen other ladies, but still... it’s fun to say it, even if it’s not completely true.
Every Saturday morning the group meets, works out and goes for breakfast. I recently went to my first session, and I loved it. (Though I wasn’t so enthusiastic when the aching muscles kicked in!) From 8-9am we laughed, sweated and cheered each other on.
With time on my hands and better weather, it’s time to address the things I’ve been ignoring - the extra pounds and aching joints. I feel like a bear coming out of hibernation. After the long winter and several months of working our way through all the take-away options within a five mile radius (there are hundreds!) I need to reverse the effects of four months of comfort eating junk and binge-watching box sets.
If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know this isn’t my first foray into fitness. I’m now proficient on my new bike (I even bought padded cycling shorts to add to the extra padding of my own!) and I’ve sampled Zumba and Pilates at the local fitness centre. Most recently, I tried Power Barre - a cross between ballet and torture that left me pretty much unable to move the next day, but it was a giggle because I went with friends. This, plus my daily jaunts with Leonard the Lakeland terrier, mean I’ve gone from winter sloth to having a bit of a spring in my step, but more importantly, I’ve also been building friendships, not just muscle.
I’ve been fit before, but then a demanding job got in the way and well, you know - excuses, excuses. This time I’m not expecting miracles - my agenda is more to do with meeting people and social interaction rather than burning calories and dropping dress sizes. But it’s also deeper than that. It’s about maintaining my mental health too, so whilst I could work out in my basement, what I really need is company and the encouragement of others to keep me motivated.
These past months have taken a toll emotionally as well as physically - I’m certainly less tired and have fewer tension headaches now I’m not working, but an active body and an active mind are good for the soul. My default position will always be curled up in a chair with a good book and a Cadbury’s Flake, but this isn’t exactly conducive to feeling fit and fabulous - especially now I’m officially nearer 50 than 40.
So whilst I might be sharing a personal trainer, that’s fine by me. Sisters doing it for themselves is all well and good, but sisters doing it for each other (with a bit of help from Casey) is even better.