In a land far away and a time long ago, this was me: a Division I hockey player. I played all sorts of competitive athletics growing up so I'm no stranger to training, practicing and working out.
Then came baby number one... I haven't even broken a sweat since October 4, 2000. I take that back, I did run a 5K with my dad in his short-lived running career sometime after Bobo was born. But that was it. Nothing since then. Seriously.
One of the perks of our move, though, has been that there's a nice health club right down the street. It's got all the amenities for children, including a great pool, so we've been spending a considerable amount of time there in the afternoons. I've gotten back on the treadmill.
It was all fine and good until I got my free "body age" consultation. The good news is that my body age is actually only one year older than I really am. Great! Then came the bad news. According to Ms. Personal Trainer, I'll need three sessions a week with her to achieve my stated goal of getting rid of the baby bulge. Three times a week. At $872 a month. Are you kidding me?
Looks like it's me and the treadmill for the long haul (let's hope!).
2 comments:
I love the picture!! Good luck with your fitness goals.
Wow, what an amazing picture. I've never been the athletic type, so I'm envious.
I can't believe the $price$ for a fitness trainer! Best wishes for getting back into shape.
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