Feeling the love at gym last week was rather short lived after finding out Friday afternoon that my lovely personal trainer is moving on having taken an awesome job in a fancy pants gym on the other side of town. One with its own private beach!! I can't blame him; plus he's only 4kms from home now. The transit to my side of town every day must have been a drainer.
I admit I was quite devastated & am still a little sad as I have well enjoyed our training sessions. I don't think I've ever dreaded a single session - I knew they would always be hard work, but I was always happy to go & give it my best shot.
I had the lofty goal of hiking the Black Cat Track this year & not be the weakest link - I certainly smashed that one out of the ball park with his help. But more than that, I don't think I would ever have committed to doing the 1/2 marathon without his encouragement & belief in me that I could do it.
I still have family & friends who say - "that's too far to run", "you'll hurt your knees" etc, in addition to "don't lose any more weight now, you're too skinny", "look at you, you're all skin & bones, you need to eat more". I also have friends & family who compliment me on my hard work & remind me I'm doing a good job. But it's always the doubters & the negative comments that fuck with your mind.
Anyhoo. My point is I am so much stronger now - not just physically, but mentally too, than I was 9 months ago. I feel like I am in control of my life, like I am in the drivers seat for a change instead of being in the passenger seat & going wherever life takes me, & I am so so thankful to him for that. I know I pay him & it's his job to get me results, but I'm not sure he realizes the flow on effect that has had such a profound impact upon me.
I had my last session with him last night & his protege shadowed the session with the view of taking me on for a for a few sessions to see how we fit. True to form it was particularly challenging, but with lots of laughs along the way about how unfit I am (joking) & my general (lack of) co-ordination skills (not so joking!). I hope the new guy is OK - I am trying to be open to change, but he has awfully big shoes to fill (physically & metaphorically speaking).
So I wish you a fond farewell & all the best with your new job & life ahead without us bogan westies to keep you entertained. You will be missed mate.