A little more background is probably appropriate to get you up to speed.
I have been a member of World Health for the past 7 years. I have not been a regular attendee of the facility you might say...in fact, I am not sure that I have been there 20 times in the last 3 years. Well, that is going to change.
I have hired a trainer at the City Centre location of World Health here in Edmonton. My trainer's name is Karissa. She is this little bundle of incredible energy and she is going to need it. She is in incredible shape and me, not so much. I don't have my stats here currently, but once I get them, I'll post them in a continuing chapter.
Workout Day 1 - Karissa almost killed me. I was not ready to start the program she set out for me. I thought that I was going to toss whatever I ate that day about half-way through. 30 minutes and she had me down on the floor ready to die. I was seriously starting to think that liposuction was a viable option if I could get the pain to stop. And she wasn't getting me to do anything that I shouldn't have been able to do on a regular basis. It's amazing how pathetic one can feel when shown just how bad things have become. SO, if anything, that first day set the tone and showed me that I was going to have to work extra hard to meet my goals. I think that I scared Karissa, but she'll get over it.
Workout Day 2 - I remember when I could walk. No really, the pain in my legs was insane. My arms didn't want to seem to work at all. I think that even my hair hurt. How can I put this so everyone can understand it...remember that last party you went too and you drank way too much? And remember how you fell down the stairs when you were trying to leave? And remember when your friend also fell down those same stairs after you and landed right on top of you? And remember when the stairs crashed right through the floor and you landed on the stairs in the basement? It was worse than that. And, I had another session with Karissa.
Now don't get me wrong, this young lady is amazing. She has such incredible patience, she knows what she is doing and she genuinely cares about me as her client (I don't know what she thinks of me outside that as that is the only relationship we have). She is working miracles with me and I think that we will have a great relationship over the next 6 months.
So anyway, she did change the second session so as not to kill me. For this one we focussed on working my core. Day 1 was working my legs and arms. My abs were wondering what was going on. Don't forget, they have been hiding behind a large wall of fat for quite some time and haven't had to work since I last took pilates (3 years ago). Mind you, it was a good thing that we worked on my core since I couldn't walk. Oh yeah, there was one other thing that we worked on. We did interval training on the elliptical before we started to work my core. We did the intro level, but trying doing interval training when your legs hurt to the point that you can't walk. 15 minutes of interval training turned my legs to mush, but they didn't hurt the next day...maybe there was something to that.
Workout Day 3 - That brings us to today. We worked legs and core again because I couldn't do any real upper body work. I should explain. I was golfing in the Men's League at The Ranch Golf Course in some extremely craptacular weather. It was cold and rainy but I was out there with 2 of my buddies and about 70 other guys in the men's league. We just finished our last hole and as I was walking back to the cart to put my clubs away, I stepped on a railway tie beside the green. My cleats slipped off the tie and I crashed head first into the pavement. I got my right hand underneath myself as I fell and tore it up nicely. Every finger was leaking and the tip of my thumb was cut to the point where it could have been stitched (I stopped at the Emergency Clinic on my way home and they said it could be stitched, but it was a 4 hour wait. We decided that it didn't need stitches all that badly). So, needless to say, my hand hurts like hell. I can't grip anything because I can't put any pressure on my thumb. I couldn't even button my shirt this morning and tying my shoes is an exercise in patience.
So, today we worked more core and more legs. Surprisingly I feel pretty good after all that. I feel tired, but not to bad. I actually have more energy than normal for this time of day. It is all starting to pay off.
This should be my last multi-day post. Next workout is in 2 days so I should be posting then.
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