Saturday, September 21, 2013
Well, the good news is that the spike in my weight has come back down again.
And I didn't perform any more science experiments involving treadmills today.
The bad news is that DH's new trainer is not going to be a suitable substitute for the girl I have decided to give up on. His new trainer is of the "low weight, high reps, done slowly" school. I don't think that I could handle that type of a workout. First of all, boring. Second of all, pain.
So no. Just no.
So how come I've decided to give up on the girl? The thing is, going to the gym and spending a half-hour with a personal trainer should be a comfortable experience, if not enjoyable. My old trainer was able to make the time enjoyable with lighthearted banter and careful attention to my strengths and limitations. You can't have banter with everyone, I get that. But you should at least be comfortable, I think -- and I was NOT comfortable with that girl.
There were two parts to not being comfortable. One was her seeming lack of experience, both in the gym and life in general. The other was that I don't think we had much common ground on which to forge a connection. I mean, yeah, I was a young twenty-something female at one time, but I was always very observant and analytical in the way I approached the world and people in it. This girl is neither (observant nor analytical, that is). So I'm having trouble imagining spending a half-hour a week with her, doing whatever workout she may come up with for me.
I'm sure she's a very nice person. She's just not the right trainer for me, and there's no sense wasting any time trying to confirm or disprove something I already know in my heart to be true.
So I need to get in touch with the head trainer at the gym and schedule myself with someone else for my next appointment.