Of Leg Lunges and Battling "The OUCH" – A Gym Update
WARNING: The following is a dramatic re-enactment of actual events …
Feet shoulder width apart? … yep
Toes pointing forward? … yep
Head up … breathing? … yep and yep
:::: left foot lunge forward :::
ok… your feet are all over the place when you lunge, remember what Mr. Hollywood said, put your hands on your hips for balance … resume …
::: right foot lunge forward :::
much better
Mr. Hollywood = Personal Trainer, Jesus = Soul Trainer – A Gym Update
Last Friday, June 19 I wanted to kill a man. A man I have nicknamed Mr. Hollywood, my new trainer.
And I am only kinda’ joking about it.
This is a difficult post to write because I only wanted to blog about working out in funny and encouraging ways. I can still make it funny in parts but this past week … well… in all of my yo-yo dieting career … has been one of the most difficult I can remember ever having along those lines.
The Birth of Randog – A Gym Update
Mr. Hollywood: Alright let’s get this started Randog!
Randog: Did you just call me Randog?
Mr. Hollywood: Oh … you don’t like that do you …
Randog: No … I LOVE that!
Mr. Hollywood: ok … cool
And then he took my measurements … always so … encouraging! ::: sorry for lying :::
And then he made me hurt, and inwardly swear, and hurt, and grrowl bad words when he wasn’t looking … and then hurt so more.
It was awesome.
OH and I only glared once … so far as I can remember.
But honestly, he pushed me on my weight lifting and I can actually do a lot more than I thought. Nothing like outside objectivity to help reveal a previously unknown strength.
Oh… I think that’ll preach 
Hollywood Is The New Trainer – A Gym Update
Just so you all know, if you don’t already, I blog about a lot of things and one of the reasons I blog about the gym and health is that one… it’s a big part of my life right now. Two, many people who pray for me read my blog and three it’s another way of keeping me accountable.
While I still like Hercules, it’s just not easy touching base with him to talk about doing the personal trainer thing. Then I remembered a couple of weeks ago that a friend’s childhood friend sent out an email about her brother who just became a personal trainer. I dug that email out of the archives and gave him a call.
We met for lunch today and dude looks very similar to a particular Hollywood star so, for the purposes of the blog, I will call him Hollywood.
The great thing is that because I came to know about his training through a mutual friend, he knows I am a Christian, where I work and all that. He’s never personally had to deal with the issues our ministry addresses but is understanding of what we do and didn’t seemed bothered at all. He was actually supportive. He is a Christian himself.
Hercules … My New Trainer? – A Gym Update
I finally broke through my first weight plateau right before going to London. And then I went to London, gained the two pounds back but maintained at the plateau. Last week and this week though I have been kickin’ it hard at the gym and have decided to be open to the idea of having a trainer.
Today, I said a little prayer in the gym that the Lord would show me which trainer to approach. Even if it is someone I had mentally checked off the list, I trust His Spirit to incline me to follow through with at least questioning. The Lord helped me in this respect before and it was great experience.
So this time I prayed that the Lord would let me run into whichever trainer He had in mind. This is the first day I would have been ok with a Trainer bugging me with the small talk questions. Well, after saying that prayer I quickly forgot about it.
Well … I did. Just went flying out of my wittle bwain.
The Blizzard Queen & Carwash – A Gym Update
The Blizzard Queen
The Blizzard Queen: "Don't you just want a nice delicious Dairy Queen blizzard right about now?"
Me: ::: inside my head I exclaim … "What the heck?" ::: Outwardly I say with a chuckle, "Actually no, I don't need that right about now."
The Blizzard Queen (BQ) was doing leg presses on the leg press machine and I was on that embarrassing, but the only way to do it, machine that works out your inner and outer thighs.
BQ looks thoughful, presses through a rep … looks back over and says, "I mean, wouldn't a blizzard be GREAT right now?!"
I stop, smile and look at her and say, "I don't think I need to be working out next to you." Light polite laughter but I am hoping she moves on.
BQ immediately launches into,"All of that rich ice cream and oreo's… doesn't that sound GREAT!"
