Pay-Per-Punishment
For some reason I thought it would be good for me to sign up for some personal training sessions at the gym at work. I was getting kind of bored with just lifting weights and figured someone who has experience and knowledge in the human body might help me work out more effectively. It was also the fact that I’m looking at just over three weeks to go at EAC and there’s some weird sense of urgency that kicked in; it’s as though I needed to take part in more that the workplace had to offer before I was shown the door.
So, two sessions in and I’ve learned a lot. First, that I’m not stretching enough. Second, that I probably don’t need to do a wide variety of weightlifting to maintain what I’ve gained. But most of all I’ve learned that I’m still not in great shape. The girl who’s training me has been very encouraging and tells me I’m doing a fantastic job, but I suspect she tells that to all the slobs that wheeze and pant and stumble through training sessions.
Today my session involved running a whole bunch, something I actually used to love when I was one-third my current age. But I haven’t done a lot of cardiovascular work, at all, so it didn’t take long before I was sucking back wind and feeling close to barfing. The good side to this, though, is that I can at least recover faster than expected. I’m not so winded that I can’t move for the next ten minutes. In addition to the running, I had my body fat measured. I don’t have the results from that, or from any of the fitness testing, but I’m going to go ahead and predict that I’ll be basically at the average for my age and weight. Or slightly below average. Thankfully the body fat test didn’t involve putting calipers on my second chin - that would probably have skewed my results considerably.
Anyway, please enjoy this Nike ad from 1992. I proclaim this to be the best athletic-apparel-brand ad ever made. Plus, I’m in it. (Warning: someone in this ad barfs.)
