It’s been a year since I started working with Sam. If you have been reading my blog, you know that I have changed quite a bit. I’m planning on writing about the past year over the next week.
These two facts are not related. First fact. A year ago this weekend I made myself sick by eating sausage biscuits from Bojangles. They just did not agree with me. My usual routine was going to McDonald’s on the way to work – 2 sausage biscuits, one hash brown, coffee – something like $3.23. The morning I went to Bojangles the ATM wasn’t working at McDonald’s. I had not stopped at the bank so I had to find somewhere else to eat breakfast. Bojangles just happened to be the next fast food place on my way to work. I was supposed to leave for Duke to attend a seminar at the Center for Reconciliation. I was too ill to go so I had a week off with nothing to do. Second fact – not related to being ill. A year ago this coming week I started working with Sam, who scared me to death at the time. I already knew I was getting yet another trainer. Sam was my fourth trainer in a year. We were going to start after I returned from Duke but since I was in town, I called him – eventually. Not the first day. No sense in pushing things. I could wait. I went to the Rec Center and worked out at that point – sort of – but I didn’t go every day like I do now. I must have driven David, my previous trainer, crazy because I frequently canceled with him, partly due to the problems I had between December 2009- March 2010 with my leg injury, but still I just gave up pretty easily during that time.
My doctor had read me the riot act a few weeks before. My blood pressure was up, even with medication. I had gained more weight. My knees hurt from the arthritis in them. Every joint in my body hurt. I had a hard time breathing, and even walking. Stairs? Forget it.
All of that would start to change. So, why did Sam scare me to death? I must have sensed that there was something in store. I don’t know. He was an athlete for one thing. I was not. He seemed pretty serious. He is, but he is also a lot of fun to work with as you also know if you have been reading this blog. Now I think of him as my gift from God. Sam was the trainer I needed. I am very fortunate.
Where I was
This photo is from the spring 2009. I gained more weight after this. I started going to the Rec Center and working with trainer number one about a month after this photo was taken. I really did not make a lot of progress for a variety of reasons. I wasn’t committed to working out or to taking care of myself. I went to train but didn’t really go any other times. I might go one more time during the week, maybe, if I had time. I was not inspired.
June 2010 – May 2011
Things changed. I remember being on the bike the first time I worked with Sam. He asked me what my goals were for training. I’m not sure I really knew. I was pretty discouraged at that point. I am sure I said something like lose weight, get in better shape, have my knees not hurt. I don’t really remember.
This was my workout dated June 5 last year
Stationary bike: 10:00 Min, 1.64 miles – level 4-5; Track walking 10 laps in 30 min. (1 mile in 23 min.) 2×12 dumbbell shoulder press;3×12 bicep curls (7.5lb weight)
Where I am now
Yesterday I swam 1800 yards. Tomorrow I am scheduled to swim 2200 yards. I did a half marathon in February. And I have finished my first triathlon. A little different.
Much more has changed. I’ve lost 140 pounds. My knees don’t hurt. I don’t take blood pressure medicine anymore and haven’t for months. I no longer feel discouraged and hopeless. There are all kinds of possibilities.