BecauseI I torture my personal trainer, Joe the Trainer, (to distinguish from Joe the Son) much more than he tortures me, he asked if I was being nice to him on my blog. I had to admit I hadn’t been journaling as promised. How can one journal when you have to come home and get into an ice bath and then sleep for 48 hours?
See how I torture him? He’s learning never to take me too seriously with my grousing and I had to promise I will let him know if I really DO have to get into an ice bath. We’re getting along just fine and I’m learning so much, not just about all the mysterious gym equipment but also about how I’ve been underestimating my abilities – which is of course why I signed up for these biweekly sessions.
Last session I ‘fessed up that my biggest concern was that when training sessions are done I will revert to my lazy ways and not get there. This is a real fear for The World’s Laziest Physical Therapist. It’s not so much a problem of not wanting to do it as it is a problem of wanting to head up to my quilt room and dual-task watch basketball or football or Say Yes to the Dress or, of course Hoarders, which is ironic considering the condition of my sewing room at any given moment. I’m sure I will use all that fabric someday….
It really comes down to being a procrastinator, I think. I can head upstairs and knock out a few quilt squares and feel like I’ve accomplished something and it’s easy and meditative and fun. All the other stuff like doing work documentation, working out – well the operative word there is “work.” The only thing easy is blowing it off.
As I write that I realize I need to change my attitude I need to find another way to look at and describe “working out.” “Playing out” doesn’t work. “Body sculpting” might be okay because I do like what is happening to my body, except that Joe the Trainer is reading this and I can feel him rolling his eyes even before this heads into the hyperspace.
“Get Ready For Fun”? Too unwieldy. So I guess at this point I’m opening this is to the crowd. I have lots of writer friends out there – help me out here! Two words no more than three syllables is what I need.
In the meantime, here is a link to a youtube video of diving off Laguna Beach – i.e. RIGHT HERE. Notice how with beach diving you have to lug all that gear from your car. It was that which made me realize I needed to get in better shape.
Oh? Did I say this was a review? Joe the Trainer: crazy knowledge and skills, keeps in mind my “functional goals” (sorry Joe the Trainer, had to throw that word in there) which really does inspire me to clean lift that kettle bell- “this is how you’ll be picking up that 02 tank…,” patient, funny, patient, careful, patient, straightforward, patient. Did I mention patient?
So now fellow writers, humorists and smart alecks, you’re up. Please post your suggestions for the new name for “workout” under the FB comments.
Now I’m going to get out of bed.
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