I Miss My Old Trainer
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
So today was my first Tuesday with trying a new personal trainer. Needless to say, the word "tranquil" has not applied to any part of my day so far.
What made it even worse is that today -- and hopefully for today only -- the gym changed the 9:15 Step class to a Zumba class. I can't do Zumba, because I need low-impact exercise. I've observed the Zumba class briefly a couple of times, and there is a LOT of jumping around. Sigh.
Change for me is a bête noir.
I am reserving judgment on my new trainer. Because, change. Also, I suspect this person is less experienced at the job than my former trainer. Which means that theoretically some of the irksome things will iron themselves out as I manage to "train the trainer" in what it means to have a client who relies on you to make things run smoothly for them.
Okay, well, no. The truth at the moment is, I am TRYING to reserve judgment, and just not succeeding very well.
I am irked. Irked, I say.
The trainer shouldn't leave the client lying on a weight bench. The sad fact is, the client needs help getting up, and a good trainer would realize that it's their job to make the client as comfortable as possible at all times.
The trainer should not say, "It works better if you stand up to reach the bar when you pull it down." (No, it works better if the trainer pulls the bar down for the client. Which is why the client was sitting. Waiting for the trainer to do the job properly.)
It was all just so very AWKWARD.
With my former trainer, there was never an awkward moment.
I have said before that "tranquil" is my favourite word in the English language. I think "never an awkward moment", with its mellifluous texture and genteel meaning, is gaining momentum as my favourite phrase.
Certainly it is a condition much to be sought after, and enjoyed when it occurs.
Sigh. I miss my old trainer already.