When you think personal trainer, do you think of some buff guy who goes to rich womenâ€™s houses and looms over them while they fling pink dumbbells around? That personal trainers are an extravagance for women with too much money on their hands? Irrelevant when you can watch workout videos on the internet?
Well, thatâ€™s not my trainer, and itâ€™s definitely not me. My trainer kicks my ass, and I save my hard-earned freelance income to pay him as much as some peoplesâ€™ car paymentsâ€“and itâ€™s worth every cent. As youâ€™re gearing up for 2013 and making fitness plans, you may be weighing your options. Itâ€™s tempting to think you can work out on your own and get the same benefit you would from a trainer, and maybe you can. As for me: I know I canâ€™t.
I see Travis at his private gym for 30 minute-long strength training sessions, twice a week. With my discount (for being a long-term, regular customer), I pay $240 every four weeks. My car has a quarter million miles on it, and though $240 a month would probably buy me something, oh, 10 years newer, my personal trainer cost is one of the last things I would cut from my budget.
Hereâ€™s what Iâ€™m paying for:
- The commitment of a fixed schedule. Iâ€™m paying for my two time slots a week, so whether I think I feel like working out or not, I go. And Iâ€™m always glad I did.
- The knowledge of someone whoâ€™s been studying exercise physiology and body mechanics for years. He knows what works and why, how much weight to put on me, when to back it off or switch it up, and how to work around injuries or issues. No matter how many articles I read on the internet, Iâ€™m not a professional, nor an expert, and I simply donâ€™t know what will get the best results. He doesnâ€™t change his mind with the latest fad. I do several basic strength moves every session, and while, granted, that can get a little boring, itâ€™s sure as hell effective.
- The experience of someone whoâ€™s competed in (and won) numerous bodybuilding competitions. Heâ€™s not just talking the talkâ€“he knows how to work every single muscle on the body to its fullest. And I get the benefit of that when he changes an angle slightly, the better to isolate a particular muscle.
- The understanding of someone whoâ€™s been injured, undergone surgery like me, and rebuilt himself after losing nearly 100 pounds of muscle. He gets the emotional and mental aspects of this trauma and doesnâ€™t let me either push myself in risky ways, or slack off out of fear of re-injury. When I started training with Travis I was a wreck, physically and emotionally after two months down with an overtraining injury and spinal surgery. It took someone who, like me has learned they are not invincible to handle helping me rebuild my confidence and psychological strength, in addition to physical strength.
- The relentless expectations of someone who knows what Iâ€™m capable of and refuses to let me get away with anything less. When heâ€™s saying, â€śmore, more, MORE!â€ť I am very likely cursing him under my breath because I donâ€™t think I can wring anything more out, but heâ€™s always right â€“ I can give just a little more. There may be trainers who think women canâ€™t handle or shouldnâ€™t do heavy weight, but heâ€™s not one of them.Â And no matter how much I may yell or roar or swear he doesnâ€™t let me stop until heâ€™s satisfied that Iâ€™ve given it everything.
I work out on my own too; I canâ€™t afford to hire a trainer five days a week. My self-guided workouts in my garage gym take at least twice as long, yet at the end my body doesnâ€™t feel as if itâ€™s accomplished half as much. I may think Iâ€™m pushing myself, but Iâ€™m only fooling myself. In the gym, Travis keeps me going, telling me just as I think I canâ€™t go any further, â€śthis is when other people stop, but this is when you work!â€ť Well I canâ€™t stop then!
I lollygag around when I work out at home, twiddling with my Pandora Linkin Park station, checking Facebook between sets. Thereâ€™s no rest with Travis. Itâ€™s one lift straight to the next; high reps with minimal time in between. Halfway into our 30 minutes, Iâ€™m trembling, muscles so fatigued I have trouble operating the clutch or gear shift in the car when I leave.Â Thereâ€™s no doubt Iâ€™ve gotten the best workout I possibly can.
I interviewed several trainers before choosing Travis, and nearly a year later, I wouldnâ€™t train with anyone else. Once youâ€™ve committed to paying a professional, selecting the best person for the job is its own tough task. Iâ€™ll share some tips for that later this week.
Photo: courtesy of Dana McMahan