Yes,You Need A Personal Trainer/Coach.

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This is Brian. Brian is a Turd..er Coach.  He makes me laugh, cry, swear and pissed off  He is my greatest advocate, healer, teacher and fitness friend as well.  All of this is for the greater good known as: “Babs Becoming BEAST” 

In case you’ve ever wondered what goes through the mind of anyone with a personal trainer, this sums it up nicely. There is a fine balance between “Oh Yeah…let’s do this shit” and “This may be the reason I’m in a motorized cart for the rest of my life”.

 

My husband battles with understanding the importance and worth of a personal trainer.  Every month. When the billing hits our checking account. Like clockwork.  It’s Battle Royale of the “Why is this necessary?  You don’t get anything from it?!  It’s just time with a trainer?”

Well, my husband of 10 years who should know by now that I remember every single frivolous purchase you’ve made in the past 15 years, Personal Training / Fitness Coaching will be the most Tangible yet Intangible time you will buy.  What you actually get is so much more than time.

I was reading the posts from Fat Girl Wunning and I was hit with one of my “why’s” Why do I put myself through the soreness?  Why do I fork out cold card earned cash every month for my Coach?  This is WHY:

Personal Trainers are Motivators, Dictators, Friends and Mortal Enemies. They are exactly what we need to push ourselves to the new limits required to meet our goals. It may feel like we’re dying, but they would never push us to injury or harm. They will however make you swear like a sailor and sweat like a hooker in church.

Check out Fat Girl Wunnings recent musings with her personal trainer. They are brilliantly hilarious…and real life.

Fat Girl Wunning

So in my last entry, I wrote about how all I do is complain to Franz, and when it really hurts, he doesn’t believe me.  Well, after that blog came out, a loyal reader (Hey, Katie!) suggested that we come up with a safe word to use.  You know, the one word that I’m allowed to use to tell him that NO I’M DEAD SERIOUS, I’M DYING.

When I walked into training on that Wednesday, I proposed this idea to him, and he laughed.  Then we both threw out words to use… at the same time.  His was ‘Nutella’.  Mine was ‘Marshmallow’.  The first thing I thought was, I need a s’more.

After this, he proceeded to kick my ass, and I couldn’t use my legs for two days, and I never did get my s’more.

By the way, when Katie suggested I use a safe word, she also…

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Days 4 – 6 of 21: Planks, Muscle Milk & Fresh Flowers.

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It’s been a really good week.  Things are moving along at a good pace.  Not so fast that it’s wrecking havoc on my daily life, but fast enough that I’m still acknowledging progress and small successes.

Thursday’s workout went by really fast, but I’m definitely feeling it now.  There were multiple times that I wanted to drop out of the plank, cut my set short, but I didn’t.  It helped to have Tyler standing next to me, challenging me.  With every workout, I’m remembering how strong I really am.  It’s something that no one else can do for me or take from me.  So, right now, when life is pulling at my every seam, in every direction, I can say a big F-U, I’m doing me…at least for 2 hours a day.

musclemilkFriday I hit up The Myth in Maplewood for the Kip Moore / Jon Pardi concert. After an evening loud music, a couple cocktails and a hot sweaty wall to wall venue of people, it’s tradition to hit up the Taco Bell in Maple Grove on the way back.  Not the case this time.  I thought to myself, “Why ruin a great day of eating with a beefy 5-layer?”  So Muscle Milk and a Protein Pack it is.  #MiniVictory

It’s amazing how quickly I start to crave the gym.  If I could have a session 5 days a week, I would.  I’m such a weirdo. I watch instagram videos, etc of other fitness nuts that are doing killer sets and all I can think is “I’m going to do that. I WILL be doing that.”  My most recent obsession is from @Evan_Physique on Instagram:  Romanian Deadlifts from a deficit.

In due time, in due time.

Today, I’m looking at cash & carry flowers I rewarded myself with and am looking up recipes for the week.  I’m excited for this week.  It will be challenging and I’m up for it.