What I learned from getting a personal trainer
Last week I sort of got roped into getting a personal trainer. It was something I've wanted to do for myself now for probably a year so it was the right push I needed even though it isn't financially viable eight now as I am virtually unemployed. but that is a different gripe all together.
so far I've only had one session but it got me thinking as my PT commented about my strength and level of effort. I was quite pleased with the praise I got because being a physically strong woman is something I have actually prided myself on since I was little.
All the way from showing off my high pain tolerance in primary school, to trying to differentiate myself from the weakly pathetic girls in high school, by playing sports and moving heavy furniture whenever the rooms had to be rearranged.
Yet last week it occurred to me that while I like to portray physical strength, on the inside I am frail and squishy. I am overly emotional particularly about things close to my heart. Maybe because I have always been like this I have naturally tended towards creating outward strength as my shield against the world.
I think that this is an important realisation to have come across.