Personal training session? Or free therapy?

I told you the other day that J and I joined a local athletic club. Then I told you about all the working out I've been doing since the day we joined. That trend has continued this week, and it's only Wednesday! On Monday I went back to Zumba class, and yesterday I went to the Group Kick class again.

I also told you that J and I each received a free session with a personal trainer when we signed up. I made our appointments for the same time on the same day. Last night was the first available time slot with two trainers. J was signed up to work with Jose, and I got hosed.

Well, actually, I was working with Dewey. An unfortunate name for a cool guy. He was pretty cute and really nice - at first.

After school yesterday, I went home and changed and then went to the gym for the Group Kick class. Then I had just enough time to go home, shower (I was GROSS) and change into some dry workout clothes. As soon as J got home, he changed, and then we headed out for our personal training sessions. When J and I arrived, we were about ten minutes early for our appointments. (For those of you who know us, this is HUGE!!!) Jose was finishing up with a client, but Dewey was ready for me. So off we went to the consultation office to go over the eight page survey I had to fill in before I got there.

Let me say that again. Eight. Page. Survey.

It asked about everything you could think of and then some. It took me about 40 minutes to fill it out Monday evening. But I filled in every blank, and I was honest. Brutally honest. I probably wrote more on those tiny little blanks than anyone in the history of personal training. And Dewey read it all. But before he even read a word, he asked me a few questions: "Why are you here? How can I best help you? What do you want out of this session?"

My response? I cried.

Oh. My. Gosh. I cried, apologized, and then cried some more.

I decided to be honest, though, and tell him the truth. I apologized for being emotional, but told him that it was "beyond time I got into shape." It was about this time that J and Jose walked into the consultation office and sat down at the next cubicle. Thank God J couldn't see me and I couldn't see him, or I would have started crying all over again.

On the other hand, I was able to hear bits and pieces of their conversation and I noticed it was going an entirely different direction than mine. Jose asked J a few questions and then took him out onto "the floor" to show him different machines that could help him achieve his goals and give him some pointers. I found out later (in the truck on the way home) that Jose not only showed J the machines, he had him try several of them out AND did some free weights work.

Dewey and I, though, sat in the consultation office the entire time.

I liked him and felt pretty comfortable with him despite the fact he told me about a dozen times that he only has 4% body fat. Yeah, you heard me. You add his 4% body fat to my approximately 95% and we have about 100%!! (And, by the way, I KNOW I don't have 95% body fat...it's an exaggeration by about 60% or more. I know that muscles, bones, internal organs, etc. make up a large percentage of our weight. I don't know what my body fat percentage is, though, and am not sure I want to know right now.)

Though I liked him, I did NOT enjoy the training session. While J and Jose were out on the floor actually doing things, Dewey was in the consultation office trying to sell me nutritional supplements. He works for a company "on the side" and he sells this stuff to all of his clients. It's really helped a lot of them, and "it breaks (his) heart to see (me) crying like this."

After I got over the crying, I got a little annoyed. We never once left the consultation office. As far as a personal training session goes, that one sucked. It was decent therapy, though.

I'm just glad I didn't pay for it.