The fourth of July weekend was a big one for our family. We celebrated with fireworks at Grand Lake on a boat – watching Jordan propose to our Abby as music played and other boats honked. After the excitement of that evening, we jumped on golf carts and headed back up to the lake house. I opted out of taking the golf cart and knew RIGHT AT THAT MOMENT…..I had to shed some pounds before the wedding….I walked and I’ve been walking since!
The next morning, we all met together – Jordan’s family and Abby’s family to nail down a date and a place. In less than an hour, the place was decided and the date – November 7th, which was ….ummmmm….four months away! This momma had some work to do!
What does a best friend do when their pal is in need? Well, mine found a trainer and got busy….really busy.
I have never been a ‘work out’ person, ever. In college, I dropped tennis because I had to change my clothes. Obviously, working out and me did not go hand-in-hand. Oh sure, I had tried out the YMCA and knew how to get on and off a treadmill, but nothing more than that.
Walking into a gym with trainers could be a bit bothersome, but after getting over the initial fear and knowing that I would be the “last one picked” for any team – I was okay….until about day two when the trainer announced that we were going to “run” to the bridge. First of all – how far is the bridge? Second – I do not run – I really don’t run. I’ve never been shy about letting others know how I feel and made my feelings known and the trainer who is just as sassy as I am or more so – coined me with the nickname “Fiesta” (fiesty), which has stuck.
Many days when I go to the gym there is more than one trainer and often times there are four guys for our “boot-camp” circuit type training. After a few weeks of training, I had become bonded with my group. The girls were and are very kind and patient with me. However, I really am keenly aware that I suck at this….not sure that is going to change!
When the weather was nice, the trainer was known to call out “run to the bridge” before we started our circuits and I would notice him pulling another trainer over and then pointing to me. Quickly, I learned that this meant I had a trainer with me the whole time I was “running/walking/complaining” and when I would try to stop – their hand would gently nudge me on…..and the while I’m saying, “I’m not a runner….”
Thank God the weather has gotten cold and the “running” to the bridge has stopped or the trainers have taken pity upon pathetic me – because lately, I have gotten to do the rowing machine for cardio which is NOT RUNNING.
So, if you see Pam or I out these days and we are wearing yoga pants and sleeveless shirts (covered with a sweatshirt), hair pulled up in a ponytail – we are SERIOUSLY wearing yoga pants – for REAL because we gotta….not just because they are comfy.
And…to top all of this off – we like it, which is super weird – because I’m not a worker outer and she isn’t either.
Oh – and Abby and Jordan did get married on November 7th and I was down a few pounds – which was fun, but more importantly – I’m still working out and MOST IMPORTANTLY – the wedding was wonderful and they are living happily ever after.