And I do.
What's even more fascinating to me, is my willingness to just go with it. Whatever he tells me to do, I do.
A few years ago, the elliptical machine was off-limits. It made me sea sick and I had no stamina to make it past 2-3 minutes. The first week, my trainer put me on the intervals for cardio after our appointment. I made it the required 10 minutes (about 2 miles), at continuous intervals of levels 1 and 6.
The second week, before my training appointment, I went 20 minutes, keeping my levels 1 and 6 intervals throughout the workout, and went 5.1 miles. I made gains in speed and distance..progress!
Last week, I increased my elliptical intervals from levels 1 and 6 and 20 minutes to levels 2 and 7 for 30 minutes, and logged 8 miles.
I am lifting heavier weights and performing exercises that I never would have tried without his guidance. I felt like a rockstar.
Until the box jump.
For the past five years, I have participated in a step class, now re-branded as Group Blast.
For five years, a box jump onto the step (with or without risers) has been integrated into various cardio tracks.
For five years, I have stepped up, not jumped. I embraced my modification and I was happy with what I was able to do, given my size and fitness level. Fear of falling and uncertainty of my ability to clear the step kept me grounded.
Who wants to be "that girl," especially in those days when I was the biggest one in class? I was continually haunted by the ghosts of my obese past.
Today, I am no longer obese, but I
am was still doubtful.
FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real.
And it was.
Last week, my trainer, told me to box jump up onto the step.
I said no. I can't, I said.
He reassured me that I could and he
suggested made me jump next to the step to prove it.
And I did.
And then onto the step.
And then onto the step with risers.
For three sets.
I can't wait to see what this week brings.
Have you ever had an aha moment, when you broke through a wall that you thought you might never conquer?