"You can do anything for 5 minutes."
Ok, so first, I have to tell you that I’m writing this a
month after I started working out.
(Which hey, I’m *still* doing it, so you get at least a month of
stories!) So here’s what I remember
about that first training session:
Whining. Begging.
You know, dignified behaviors.
I roll into the gym at the buttcrack of the morning, I’m not
going to say, raring to go, but I’m there.
I go in and the first thing Seth says to me is: “Ten minutes on the
stairmaster.” Um, excuse me? There’s a perfectly nice treadmill sitting
next to it. “You said you were daunted
by stairs, get on the stairmaster.” And
that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Seth earned the nickname “The Marquis de
Seth.”
This begs the question: Why didn't I tell him I was daunted by bunnies? Would he have shown up dressed as Thumper? Anyway...
First, let’s talk about having to get up ON the stairmaster. Or mount it, if you will. And I haul my ass up onto it, and Seth has to
show me how to program it. And we picked
the program (some sort of aerobic setting), enter my weight, and it starts to
go and Seth walks away. And I start
stepping up. And up. And my heart starts beating faster. And faster.
And I start breathing harder. And
then I go past breathing harder to gasping for air, and all I can think is, “10
minutes of this??? Are you fucking
kidding?” And I come off. I don’t fall off, more that I just don’t stay
on. I look at Seth imploringly, and he
says, “Get back on it.” I gaspingly say
that I can’t, but then I do. And I put
together another minute, and I’m back off.
Then, I’m *really* whining and sucking wind. And Seth is showing no mercy…and then, all of
a sudden, out of nowhere, like the voice of God, I hear a voice going, “GET
BACK ON THE MACHINE.”
Ladies and gentlemen, Craig Tinnelle, your humble proprietor
of Physiques’ Gym. A few words about
Craig….he is a powerhouse. He
bodybuilds, but he’s not crazy ripped – he’s just muscled. And he’s smart as shit about the body – and about
life. We’re almost the same age, so how
I interact with him is very different then how I interact with Seth. With Craig, I flirt shamelessly and he flirts
back. He has created an environment that
I look forward to going to, and I’m incredibly grateful.
So. There I am,
sucking wind like there’s no tomorrow, and I’m all, “I feel like I’m going to have
a heart attack.” And there’s the voice
again: “YOU’LL PASS OUT LONG BEFORE YOU
HAVE A HEART ATTACK.” Oh my god, where
is this guy and why are they hell bent on torturing me???
And before I know it, Craig is next to me, standing on the
stair master next to mine, talking me through.
First, he adjusted the machine so it’s more manual as opposed to
aerobic. So it’s me working the machine,
not the machine working me. Which is
still hard, but doable. And he talks to
me for the next 3-4 minutes. A lot of
which I don’t remember, I just know that he just kept talking. The line that has stayed with me (and I think
of OFTEN when I’m on the stairmaster) is, “you can do anything for 5 minutes.” And he’s right. It's not forever. It's five minutes.
So I come off the stairmaster, and I think I drink some
water, and then honestly, I couldn’t tell you what Seth had me do for the rest
of the time. But I do know that I was
covered in sweat by the time it was over.
And when he said, “Ok, you’re done” I was so grateful, I hugged
him. Which he hated, as hi, I was sweaty.
But really – not my finest hour, but it all begins with a
step, no? And by step, I mean a step up
on the stairmaster.