My left calf stings a little with each step, and the muscles on the front of my shoulders refuse to let me reach behind my head.
But I love it.
I’m still sore from my workout from two days ago, a session with my personal trainer. The sessions have been a mix of weights and plyometrics training, designed to increase speed, power and agility (picture at left is a girl performing a box jump, one of the exercises I do).
He’s been careful never to push me so hard that I start to feel ill, which I respect. I’ve had trainers who operated with the philosophy that their job was to get me sick. That’s a good way to lose me as a client. I expect the workouts to make me sore, not make me pay.
I’ve been working with this new trainer once a week for about six weeks, and I’m just starting to see some results in my arms and shoulders.
Paying someone to make me sore? Absolutely. It’s worth every penny.