Having a Personal Trainer

So, I have always wanted to get in better shape. Being overweight, I knew that there were a lot of opportunities for self improvement. Exercise is important, I am a couch potato. I wanted the possibility of a better body. Improved cardiovascular stamina would have been fantastic. It was a possibility that I could end up with the flat stomach that I have yearned for my entire life (or maybe not, but the possibility of that being a possibility was So I went into my mega chain of a gym, with a half and half intention on buying. Needless to say, I did. I signed a contract and agreed to pay $53 hourly for the services of a personal trainer. I would go twice a week. Honestly, I was excited for the opportunity.

It was that day that I met D, the trainer that the gym presented to me. He was going to be the one to help me get to the fitness level that I had always dreamed about. Maybe it would take some time, but that didn't matter to me (somewhere, my wallet was crying, but somehow that was a secondary thing). He seemed enthusiastic, he had a plan. I was going to melt away, all the flub going goodbye. So as joy was surging in my heart, I had to let him know of my limits. I have two very bad knees. It has been something that has put me into physical therapy. It really isn't the most fun thing ever. My doctor knew about my starting to exercise and had given me the ok. It was just something that needed to be known, my knees are horrendous. He said that he understood, and that my workouts would be tailored around that. He was so excited that it was contagious, so I went to my first appointment in my cute new gym clothes with a smile on my face.