Two weeks in to the gym experiment, and I've got two personal training sessions under my belt. Things seem to be going fairly smoothly.
My personal trainer is called Scott. Scott is very serious. I don't think I've seen him smile once yet. Even the other night, when I told him I would be continuing with the training sessions, he didn't crack a smile, not even at the thought of all the cash money I was going to be handing over to him. I'm not sure if this is his natural facade, or if he doesn't really approve of me and my non-personal trainer-like body. Actually now that I think about it, he kind of remains me of an asian version of my old friend Tim Pearce. Although Tim loved to smile, but other than that, I think its a pretty good description of what he looks like.
Anyway he's come up with a program which involves me working different parts of my body three times a week. It seems to cover everything, which is probably a good thing, because left to my own devices I probably would have just done bicep curls and bench press and morphed into some freaky looking guy with an otherwise regular body but with huge arms and chest. Like most of the guys who go to my gym really.
The actual gym work isn't too bad. I don't think I'll ever be one of those guys who actually enjoy working out, but it's not all that bad. The hardest thing is making the time to get there a few times a week - since it's only open till 9pm, and I'm usually out a few nights a week, it takes some planning.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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