I try really hard to not bring the outside emotions of my life into my sessions with Franz. It seems like lately, the gym is my only constant place to be ME. I focus, I smile, I have fun (go figure!). So, when I have a lot going on in my head (which is always), I try hard to let it go, when I walk into my gym.
The other night, I couldn’t do it. I walked in, and I. Was. Pissed. I had had a tough day, and right before I walked into the gym, one more thing just set me off. I was fuming.
I got onto the rower, and rowed faster than I ever had… until I couldn’t breath. Then it was time to work out. The whole time, Franz kept asking if I was going to make it, or if I was OK to keep going. In between sets, I found myself slumped over and I would immediately start to think. Tears of frustration and being overwhelmed, would well up in my eyes. Then, Franz would say, ‘Are you ready?’, and I was back at it.
In some ways the frustration and anger and sadness made me want to push harder. In other ways I would lose strength and confidence. My emotions were clearly affecting me.
This was shaping up to be one of the worst sessions because I couldn’t even remember what exercise I had done; My head was OBVIOUSLY in another place.
This all changed at the very end…
Franz truly knows when I’m at my end. When I can’t push any more. When I’m at my weakest. That’s usually when he makes me do the sled.
At the end of my session, Franz looks at the clock and says, ‘Good, we have two more minutes’. He walks over to the sleds, grabs the biggest one (the same man-sled I have mentioned in the past), and drops a 45 lb weight on it. As he turns around to get another one, I drag my ass over, hold onto the handle bar, and brace myself for the worst push of my life. And then, in usual Franz style, he makes it worse.
He has this light bulb moment, takes the 45lb weight off of the sled, and STANDS on the front.
(This is going to be a small insight as to what Franz looks like… and what I like most about our alias ‘Franz’, is that it allows you to have your OWN idea of what he looks like… but thats ok. This needs to happen.)
This tall, JACKED, 245 pound man, is STANDING on the front of an already VERY heavy sled. Then he says, PUSH ME!
I am weak. I am pushing with all of my strength. He is yelling at me to keep going. All I can focus on is how every single muscle in my body is being used, and I can’t do anything to relax any little bit of it.
Then he says…
‘I feel like Christopher Columbus!’
‘I see land!’
I’m. Dying. Laughing. For the first time in my entire session- hell, my entire DAY, I am smiling and laughing. Unfortunately for me, the laughing took every bit of energy I had left, and it stopped me in my tracks. To even get the strength to get going again, to finish pushing him down the track, and back to the beginning again, was hard enough. Add in the fact that I had the ass of my trainer in my face, while he was just hanging on for a ride at my expense, all while trying to make me laugh; It was HARD.
We got to the end, and another person at the gym walked over and said, ‘Damn! She’s tough!! Go easy on her Franz!’. Sometimes, that’s the kind of stuff you need to hear. It’s proof that I really am working hard and doing insane things…
I may have told that kid that Franz calls me at the end of his day to come back and give him piggy back rides to his house.
Franz doesn’t think I’m funny.