I did 3 90 minute yoga classes this week. I also had 2 1 hour weights sessions with a personal trainer. 3 sessions came free with the membership, and I did the first last week.
I entered this regimen in the worst shape of my entire life.
I ache in places I had forgotten about. I really enjoyed the Hatha yoga classes I had been attending for a couple of weeks. And then I walked into a Power yoga class this morning, dragging Honey in with me. He could barely lift his sandwich at dinner tonight. I could barely do half of the yoga poses today. He powered through them.
“Is this the first yoga class you’ve taken, Hon?”
“I can honestly say it’s not the first.”
His tone suggested to me it might have been the second. And the first was likely over a decade ago. The man has trained heavily in Martial Arts, sort of taught me some Tai Chi, has been working the weights for a couple of weeks since we joined the gym together. But Yoga? Not really his go to workout.
He went in skeptical of what it would actually do. He left saying, “That was not wussy yoga!” (I censored slightly)
It clearly wasn’t. My ankle and back are telling me so now. We also got quite sweaty.
In my last of three training sessions with my personal trainer on Thursday, we were working abs a bunch, and my bad shoulder, among other things, and I kept laughing at myself for how weak I was when I tried to do almost anything and we had to drop weight.
She was a great and gentle-on-me trainer, taking into consideration my surgery earlier this year, my old back and shoulder issues, and my most recent ankle injury. But told me in her lovely Argentine accent, “Stope laughing! Be seriooz!”
I mean it was funny, I was on the lowest weight settings for ab machines and shoulder/upper back machines, and the thing wouldn’t move!
I tried to tell her I was taking this very seriously, I just felt really pathetic and self-conscious at how low my strength had become. It was laugh or cry, so I opted for laugh. Other than that last little scold, she and I did have a lot of fun training together. I wish I could pay for more sessions with her, but I left with a good training sheet to start two separate workout regimens with weights. Maybe down the line, I can get some more sessions with her when it’s time to change things up.
I never thought I’d be working out in a gym. I love walking outside, going for hikes, riding real bikes through scenery, but I need to get on target with taking care of myself now. I’m not getting any younger, and If I don’t start taking good care of mysef again now, I will not have a fun aging process into my later years, and likely not many of them.
So, the workouts are tough, but I’m going to stick with it. I already feel more mentally alert. And that’s half the battle. If I feel alert, I will easily want to do more.
It’s working already. And you know what else?
It’s actually fun.