After hurting my right knee and completing physical therapy, the therapist recommended I work with a personal trainer. So now I’m going three times a week to work out with Keith, whom I call the Evil Personal Trainer. We’re still in the hate part of our love/hate relationship.
I’ve worked out on and off over the years, going at various times to yoga, a health club, Woman’s Workout World, Jazzercise, etc. Yes, a joiner, I admit it. But I’ve never worked out with more than five pound weights and that was awhile ago.
So today EPT Keith had me stepping up onto a box with one foot, then bringing the other foot up onto the box while lifting a ten pound weight in my hand up over my head. The only reason I held on was I didn’t want to drop it on my head. I whined that my elbow was going to dislocate. Keith said, “Come on, Diane, you can do it. You’ve carried shopping bags heavier than that!” Yes, perhaps, but not up over my head ….My arms still feel like noodles.
Then we did this exercise where you have a Velcro strap around each ankle and a length of rubber tubing in between. You take side steps using the resistance, 30 times total. Today he added stretching a resistance band more than shoulder width with my hands in front of me, elbows tucked in, keeping it stretched the whole time I’m doing the 30 steps.
“Your hands are up too high,” Keith said, moving in to adjust them. “That’s because I was going for your neck,” I snarl. “Okay, stepping back now,” he smiles. It’s cute how he thinks I’m kidding…