A few weeks ago, I took advantage of a Living Social deal of 8 personal training sessions plus an initial consultation session for only $39.
Yes. Thirty. Nine. Dollars.
I know, right? Who wouldn't take advantage of that??
So, I finally get my first session scheduled for 7 AM yesterday (Saturday). Why in the world I decided 7AM would be okay is beyond me.
So, I make it to the gym at 7AM & sit down with the trainer. Turns out this guy runs his own little shop, and it's more of an athletic training type deal rather than a gym with personal training.
I can dig it.
Anyway, we sit down & I give him a brief overview of what I've been doing, the injuries I've been dealing with, how I have to correct my stride and, finally, how I want to run a marathon next fall.
Then I end with "And so I'm here because I want some guidance on how to strengthen, tone & get my body in amazing shape. And also, I could use a good ass-kicking once a week."
No sooner were those words out of my mouth and he put me on circuits that kicked my ass.
After a 5 minute wake-up/warm-up, he had me doing excercises that I never expected I would do.
Like making waves with that really heavy rope.
Like doing high knees back and forth over that rope.
Like doing plank work with my legs on a stability ball (this is where I really got my ass kicked. I so need a stability ball so I don't look like such a wimp).
Afterwards, we briefly touched base.
I pretty much told him that I hated him for the last 5 minutes, and that was exactly what I was looking for.
He laughed and said we would get along really well, then.
So now my Saturday mornings will be filled with ass-kicking through the end of the year.
I'm already excited and scared for next Saturday.