We joined Life Time Fitness this week. Partly because it is literally 4 minutes from The Hare’s gym, and partly because my 20th high school reunion is in October. I’m freaking out a bit. The big selling point was finding out that age 13 is considered an “adult” and The Tortoise can take classes with me, as well as use the machines and weights. She was pretty excited about that since she has set some fitness goals for herself this summer.
The Tortoise and I had an appointment yesterday with one of the head Personal Trainers to get a complimentary body health assessment and talk about our personal goals.
“I wonder what they’ll look like, ” said The Tortoise.
“Probably someone super young and looks like they should be on the cover of Shape Magazine or something.”
We scanned the floor waiting.
“Well, you were right,” chuckled The Tortoise as we were approached by our Personal Trainer.
My eyes locked with theirs. I couldn’t help but notice how firm their butt and thighs were, and those chiseled arms and shoulders were just breathtaking. I was crushing just a bit.
She was amazing.
And only 7 years younger than I am.
And only an inch taller.
I felt even older and more out of shape.
Our health assessment took about an hour. It was determined that my daughter has much more flexibility than I do, but I have more upper body strength. We both have a fair amount of weight to lose. Overall, we are average.
But I don’t want to be average. I want to be amazing, and svelte, and a petite supermodel. My daughter wants to be able to not tire out so easily while swimming laps and feel better in her clothes. We need a plan. We need support. We need to work with a nutritionist and have an accountability partner. We need a Personal Trainer.
“I’m sorry, ” I gulped, “How much did you say that would cost?”
I had been staring blindly into her face, absorbing her incredibly aggressive plan of action for us, a strong mix of strength training and light cardio, assuring us that with her help we could quickly reach our weight loss and health goals.
“About $300-$400 a month,” she said again.
Visions of string bikinis melted into thoughts of gauzy beach cover-ups. Having a gym membership is already a luxury for our family. Adding personal training is just not an option at that price tag. And if I had felt that crushing blow, then how was The Tortoise feeling?
We wrapped up our session with an agreement that we would go ahead and use our complimentary personal training session in two weeks before we make any final decisions. The Tortoise and I got on ellipticals for a few minutes.
“So what do you think?” I asked cautiously.
“I think we have a lot of work to do,” said The Tortoise pumping her arms and legs gracefully.
“Are you worried we might struggle to reach our goals if we don’t have a personal trainer pushing us?”
“Naw, ” she said, “because we have each other.”
Some of my anxiety dissipated. If only I had some of her optimism.
“Besides, ” The Tortoise added with a smile, ” she gets paid to look like that.”