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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Spaghetti Arms...

The brevity of this blog is not because I don't have anything to say. I had my first session with my trainer yesterday, and I find that my arms are virtually useless at the moment. It feels like weights are tied to both wrists, rendering even the slightest movement labor intensive.

During the body assessment, it was determined that my lower body is strong and my upper body is weak. I could have saved a lot of time and sweat by telling them that myself. Even though I completed only an abbreviated work-out, I can definitely feel the effects of the exercises. I'm now having nightmares about Thursday--the date of my first full work-out.

I have never belonged to a gym before so, true to form, I fretted about what to bring. Now that I have been to the facility, I have a better understanding of what to put inside my gym bag. Actually, I need to get a gym bag first. I felt a little uncomfortable walking into the facility carrying a bulging Thomas the Train backpack. Sitting on the bench next to the Adidas and Nike bags, it wasn't hard to pick the fitness rookie. So much for fitting in!

I thought I packed the "good" towel (good meaning that it doesn't have stains or tears, not that it is particularly soft). It wasn't until I went to wipe down the elliptical machine that I realized I had actually grabbed Robby's red fireman hoodie towel. I discretely tried to wipe down the machine with the fireman's helmet.

I kept smiling, but I have to admit it's difficult to feign confidence and poise when I am red faced with limp and dangling arms, huffing and puffing, and sweating profusely while trying to discretely cram items into a cartoon backpack turned makeshift gym bag. I go back for my second session today. I had wanted to go shopping for a gym bag, but not being able to use my arms put a kink in those plans.

I was nervous when I walked into the gym because it was my first time. Now I'll be nervous because I have an idea of what to expect! Despite my first-time jitters and my paltry upper body strength, I remain excited to make this change. I only have 26 more sessions. I can do this, right?

1 comment:

  1. I used to lift seriously(no longer, unfortunately) and I learned there are two kinds of gyms. There's the social, where everyone is busy talking, chatting, and trying to impress the other person with their make-up, the right clothes, and then there's the serious gym, where everyone is there to LIFT. To work their muscles, not their mouths. and these people don't care what clothes or towels you brought. They're usually helpful if you're considerate of their workout, too. No chatting, no texting, no hogging equipment, you know what I mean.