Well, tomorrow is the big day.....we are being allocated a personal trainer and customised training programme. Truly living the life! What’s not to love about an Honours course that requires you to get fit, oops sorry I mean conditioned? It’s every lady’s dream. I have high hopes for this 20 week programme, my personal trainer is going to have to prove his muscle. His or her I guess, but I’m hoping for a male personal trainer. Now, now I understand the working relationship between personal trainer and client -purely professional. But, I know myself. Give me a male personal trainer and I’ll definitely work my ass off, literally.
My fitness profile: I am relatively fit or conditioned. By the end of the programme my terminologies will be impeccable, stay with me.... I have always played sport, you name it. I have tried them both socially and on a competitive provincial level. I am also an indoor cycling instructor, and have taken up underwater hockey and ballroom dancing this year. Therefore I qualify as fit? Yes, I would think so. I may be told differently tomorrow, however the thing that bothers me is my thighs. No surprise there, but they bother me. No matter what I have tried, nothing seems to work. I can run until even my dogs get bored and still the flab does not turn into muscle. This is the challenge I will put to my PT tomorrow. And if after 20 weeks, I can confidently and almost gloatingly (I swear some women gloat in their bikini-toned bodies) my PT would have shown his or her weight in gold. We’ll get technical tomorrow!
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