Dealing with the gym

Yesterday I worked up my courage to go back to my gym.

I was feeling like I didn't belong there anymore, like I couldn't remember what to do, or where to begin knowing that I couldn't just pick up where I left off in 2009-10. My fitness level had slid back to "beginner" status and these last few weeks, I've had discomfort and fatigue in my lower back (which I've determined is likely a subluxation so I'm off to see the Chiro this week).
 

Back in the summer of 2011, I was ambitiously pursuing some personal training with a trainer who did a good job of connecting with me, but a poor job of training me. I recall a session where he had me standing in the cables trying to execute a front fly that I was not capable of. He continued trying to encourage me and "push" me as though that's what I needed to move the cables, but I felt paralyzed and hard as I willed those cables to move, they would not. I began to feel like I was drawing attention and was shrinking within myself. I just wanted it to be over. He lost me.

After that one, I did not set up a time for the last session, nor did he call me. Time passed and then in the late fall I was contacted by the Manager to find out what my experience with the trainer was like and that's when I found out he was no longer with the gym.

I exchanged calls and emails trying to pursue the customer service call to let the gym know of my experience and finally I went to the gym yesterday to talk to the Manager about putting an end to the inquiry and receive some sort of compensation for my experience with the trainer, but more importantly how lengthy a time it took to respond to my follow up inquiries, or on the Manager's part, for completely neglecting to respond with their list of sessions that the trainer had logged as completed vs. what I had tracked.

Anyhow, it looks like I will be getting 6 PT sessions for 30 minutes each, at least.


Once that was out of the way, I did a short bit on the treadmill (omg it has Solitaire to play on it!), then tried my new jump rope for the length of one song on my iPod, and then about 15 minutes on the Hydromassage bed.

Skipping is not easy. I felt like I was returning to childhood gingerly stepping over the rope a couple of times, then giving it an actual jump, then jumped fast several times in a row, then slowed it down to "double bouncing" (my technical term). I was very quickly out of breath.