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Physical Fitness, Mental Health and Growing Older

My Trainer in Action!

 

Deadlifts: 2 sets of 12 with 370!

Dear Reader:

You’ve read his name and seen a few stills of Jonathan on my site, but I thought you’d like to see him in action. Isn’t he amazing?! Yes! The answer is yes!

Let me take this opportunity to tell you a little about my trainer. As you can see, he has aced his own journey to strong. He’s been a trainer for nearly thirty years and I could dazzle you with his resume. But, to those of you who are lucky enough to live on the Monterey Peninsula, you know I wholeheartedly recommend him. Just do it…join the waiting list at Zone Fitness and be forever grateful that you did.

I could rant and rave, but to put it quite simply: Jonathan has changed my life!  At 58 years old, I know that there won’t be many people who I can say that about when the end rolls round.

I’ve approached my fitness journey as I approach everything in life: as a scholar. So, I’ve read a lot and brought a ridiculous number of questions with me to my sessions. Jonathan has taken the time to educate me and this has made it possible for me to fully embrace the process.

I am leaner and stronger as a result of my sessions with him. I recently ran into an old friend that I hadn’t seen for nearly a year. She took a step away from me after giving me a hug and just looked at me. What came out of her mouth next was quite direct …and really fun!

“What happened? I mean, it’s good…but, really,” she asked.

I know that my appearance has changed and that’s nice, but it’s truly so much more than looking a bit better. I’ve gained a new level of confidence that transcends what I do in the gym to encompass every area of my life.  And, I truly understand the concept of a mind/body connection. My body now asks me to move and I hear it. I respond to its need for motion, and, as a result, I feel better.

So, I just told my curious friend that “Jonathan happened!” That explains it all.

Michele

Physical Fitness, Mental Health and Growing Older

My Journey to Strong: Chapter 1

 

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Chapter 1: Fear is an Excellent Motivator

 

Dear Reader:

The day I met my personal trainer, my ankle was still swollen and blue from the fall I’d taken the week before. I wore work-out clothing and furry slippers. My husband chauffeured me to my appointment as I hadn’t driven since my mishap. Indeed, I had barely left the couch.

We pulled up to a small office building where the first thing I noticed was the stairs leading to the upper floor. Thankfully, the gym is tucked behind the stairs on the ground floor. I hobbled in and Jonathan greeted me with energy and enthusiasm (two things I lacked).

“We’re lucky you’re on the bottom floor,” I said. “And, by the way, I’m so nervous that I need a drink!

He laughed and offered me something to drink. I declined feeling sure that he meant to bring me nothing more potent than a glass of water. And, of course, it was a joke (sort of)! I had come ready to talk about getting in shape. We began by discussing my goals. They were as follows:

  1. Fall less often
  2. Fall less often and
  3. Fall less often

I told him, what only those really close to me know, that I fall with some regularity. My last meeting with the pavement really scared me. I explained that fear was my primary motivation:  fear of injury, fear of doctors and hospitals and fear of aging badly. I was anxious to know if my goal was doable and he assured me that it was.

“Balance is strength,” he said, and “strength is balance.”

To prove his point, he asked me to attempt the 1-legged standing balance test. I passed! I was even able to balance on my still recovering right ankle! He explained that strength would determine my ability to respond to challenges to my balance. I could offset my inherent klutziness and my tendency to spend too much time dreaming, plotting and planning rather than observing my surroundings.  I was elated… for a brief moment.

Then it was time for me to be weighed, pinched and measured.  I turned away when Jonathan checked my reading on the scale. I did not peak at my measurements as he listed them on my chart. And I displayed no curiosity about my fat to muscle ratio. I just submitted to the process. I was focused on getting stronger. I’d worry about getting thinner later. That brings me to my first bit of newly acquired wisdom on my Journey to Strong:

Wriggle into your black leggings and check your vanity at the gym door!  

Just do it!

Michele