For the past two weeks I have been working through my lunch times. It’s not a good habit and I’m not proud. But it’s the truth.
There’s nothing healthy about barely getting up over the course of eight hours. A body is not designed to remain at rest for that long. Even a walk around the neighbourhood would do me some good.
So today I decided to do one better. I decided to check out a nearby gym.
At about 12:15 this afternoon I arrived at my destination. Chipper and eager. Ready to reach my goals and excited to see if this would be the place that would help me do it.
Shortly after my arrival I was set up with the owner of the gym. He was putting me through my paces when he casually asked if I had any injuries he should know about. I admitted that I had experienced my fair share of aches and pains, and I made particular note of the fact that I had some instabilities through the legs and general tightness. He didn’t really inquire further about it and instead kept on with the workout.
After about 45 minutes we proceeded to head to the mats to work on abs when he decided I was right about being tight and began to stretch me out instead. I absolutely needed the release so I was a happy camper.
During that downtime I took the opportunity to ask about their group personal fitness classes they planned to offer during lunchtimes. That’s when he told me that he thought those classes weren’t for me and that “they would kick my butt.” I casually laughed it off and decided to inquire generally about their more typical group sessions (things like yoga or bootcamp), when he once again told me that he thought they weren’t for me. Instead, he suggested some stretching and recumbent bike. No weight lifting because it would “bulk me up and shorten my muscles” and no elongating TRX type training because it would “kick my butt.”
By this point it was time to head back to work and I excused myself to make the short drive back to the office. That’s when my right contact decided to start floating around and refusing to settle. I tried driving but it wasn’t going well so I pulled back into the stall and called a friend to bring me my glasses. She had a witness interview scheduled so she said she’d send someone. Which she did. She sent my boss.
My boss had to drive to give me my glasses so I could come back to work.
Of course it took her a while to get there, which gave me plenty of time to think about what had happened. And I’m not going to lie – my heart felt sad. By the time I got home tonight, I downright wanted to cry.
I had NEVER been told I couldn’t do something. That it was too hard core for me. Or that it would kick my butt and I couldn’t handle it. And of all the people that I thought might say that, I NEVER dreamed a potential trainer would be the one to utter those words.
But you know what I’ve decided? That trainer/owner and his gym can bite me!
Try to tell me I can’t do it? I plan to make him eat his words! Because nothing tastes as good as success!
Watch me now . . .
Question: Have you ever had someone tell you that you couldn’t do something that you knew you could!??! Did you prove them wrong? Inspire me!