February 10, 2014
I eyed Trent suspiciously. We’d been training together for a month now and I knew him well enough to know that when he said he wanted to talk to me about something, that ‘something’ would involve pain. My pain. Pain that Trent would inflict on me under the guise of it apparently being good for me. Well, usually it was good for me but it didn’t make me feel good! Not like a nice cold Sauv Blanc did, or a big hug from Ryan Gosling, I mean Simon.
I listened with fear, keeping an eye on the door at all times to make my escape should Trent’s little information session turn into something worse than hearing I had to stop drinking wine. I couldn’t stand such torture. But no, what Trent had in store for me was actually interesting, and terrifying, and many other things. Trent informed me that there was going to be a challenge at the gym. A 12 week challenge, where everyone would aim to reach whatever goals they had in mind. The winner would receive cash. I liked cash. Cash buys me wine, so I listened intently to what Trent had to say.
It worked like this. We signed up for 12 weeks. I’d have three sessions a week with Trent, and there would be three group sessions a week that I could attend if I wanted. They would be free, well, included in the entry fee and I could go to as many or as little as I liked. The only catch was, the free sessions were at 5:30am. Yes folk, you read that right. 5:30am. No I’m not kidding. I know, you deserve a wine after reading that.
So, 5:30am three days a week I would be training with the group. That wasn’t too bad because on the other days I could have a little sleep in. Oh, but wait. Life doesn’t work like that does it? Trent told me that because everyone wanted to be a part of this challenge his workload had increased a lot, and the only times he had available to train me was...wait for it....5:30am. I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve such luck.
I don’t know what kind of crazy came over me but I told Trent I’d do it. I had decided to give this next 12 months everything I had to get myself as fit and healthy as I could. I knew that if I was really serious about it, signing up for this challenge shouldn’t be an issue. It would push me and test me, no doubt. I had to be committed and I had to give it everything I had, but that day I got the positive diagnosis of Type 2 diabetes I had promised myself I would do all I can. It was time to make good on this promise. I signed up.
First group session was only three days away.
Next week: Jen meets her fellow challenge participants and falls madly in love.
March 31, 2014
March 16, 2014
February 17, 2014