Okay, this looks a whole lot easier than it is. Welcome to TRX. Have no idea what TRX stands for other than finding yourself in the most awkward, inhuman positions while trying to strengthen your core. This pose was the only one I dare post. But I have to admit, it becomes addicting once you figure out how to get your feet in and out of the straps without looking like a turkey being prepared for Thanksgiving dinner.
So, as I prepare for the next leg in my "self-improvement" journey, I have the TRX class as a MUST DO. Now here is something I must NOT do...
The weather here in Wisconsin has once again turned nasty, wet, windy, and cold. In less than an hour, the temperature went from a balmy, beautiful 78 degrees to 45 degrees. Frightful, especially since that means my exercising routine once again must head indoors. Determined to keep my schedule up today, I went to the gym to meet my personal trainer. I always try to get there a little early to run a quick mile to warm up. So, I hopped on the treadmill ready to sweat away some of the 50 hours of work stress I have already accumulated this week, knowing full well I have another 8 hours at the computer tomorrow. I cranked the tunes, set my speed at a pretty fair clip, and made the incline as steep as I could manage. You ever hit that place where you feel like you are really doing great? Look at me...I can do this! This is awesoooooommmme....half a mile in, there goes the I-Phone...hits the treadmill and flies off at record speed. I punch the STOP button and turn to retrieve the device. Whoooaaaaa!!! Yup, apparently I didn't hit the STOP button hard enough. One leg goes under me in a direction I didn't think possible...Whammmm...on my butt flying in the same direction as my I-Phone. Good news is I landed right next to it and not on it. Bad news? Well, you ever have one of those moments where you want to crawl under a rock? One where you are just praying no one saw how completely foolish you made yourself look? I picked up my I-Phone and looked up slowly, and, yes, I was in that "turkey being prepared for Thanksgiving dinner" position. To my chagrin, another trainer stood there looking at me along with other well-intentioned onlookers. This man has been my trainer in the past and after realizing I was suffering from only wounded pride and nothing else, allowed himself to chuckle. Note to self...secure I-Phone and don't get too carried away next time.
So, as I prepare for the next leg in my "self-improvement" journey, I have the TRX class as a MUST DO. Now here is something I must NOT do...
The weather here in Wisconsin has once again turned nasty, wet, windy, and cold. In less than an hour, the temperature went from a balmy, beautiful 78 degrees to 45 degrees. Frightful, especially since that means my exercising routine once again must head indoors. Determined to keep my schedule up today, I went to the gym to meet my personal trainer. I always try to get there a little early to run a quick mile to warm up. So, I hopped on the treadmill ready to sweat away some of the 50 hours of work stress I have already accumulated this week, knowing full well I have another 8 hours at the computer tomorrow. I cranked the tunes, set my speed at a pretty fair clip, and made the incline as steep as I could manage. You ever hit that place where you feel like you are really doing great? Look at me...I can do this! This is awesoooooommmme....half a mile in, there goes the I-Phone...hits the treadmill and flies off at record speed. I punch the STOP button and turn to retrieve the device. Whoooaaaaa!!! Yup, apparently I didn't hit the STOP button hard enough. One leg goes under me in a direction I didn't think possible...Whammmm...on my butt flying in the same direction as my I-Phone. Good news is I landed right next to it and not on it. Bad news? Well, you ever have one of those moments where you want to crawl under a rock? One where you are just praying no one saw how completely foolish you made yourself look? I picked up my I-Phone and looked up slowly, and, yes, I was in that "turkey being prepared for Thanksgiving dinner" position. To my chagrin, another trainer stood there looking at me along with other well-intentioned onlookers. This man has been my trainer in the past and after realizing I was suffering from only wounded pride and nothing else, allowed himself to chuckle. Note to self...secure I-Phone and don't get too carried away next time.
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