By, Hannah Richmond
“Beep beep: 5.30am!” It’s bad enough when it’s your own alarm but no, I’m dating a Personal Trainer!
You see, when you have a partner whose job depends on other peoples schedules, there are quite a few inconveniences that you have to put up with. My boyfriend moved here from Oz just over a year ago and in that time, has built up his own PT business from scratch alongside working as an instructor for British Military Fitness. The nature of the business and clients that it attracts means that almost every weekend, most evenings and early mornings are taken up with sessions and on the rare occasion that we do manage to schedule in a weekend away, my chauffeur to the airport is a large van with pictures of a muscly arm on the side of it!
Of course I’m not complaining, every business needs hard work and lots of hours in the beginning stages so it won’t always be like that and there are lots of positive points too, like the fact that his Military precision means that he is almost NEVER late for a date! And the fact that he has lots of free time during the day, means that now and again, he comes up with something romantic—the other week he actually cooked me lunch and brought it all the way to the office, which really impressed me. So guys, there really is no excuse even if you do have a busy schedule!
The other main positive that I should probably have mentioned before now, is of course… the body! I mean, someone who spends that long training in parks all day couldn’t possibly avoid the effect themselves, could they?! Well I for one am certainly not disappointed in that department!
However, dating a personal trainer can also be dangerous. Not in the conventional ‘James Bond’ sense of the word, just a very slippery slope and an expensive one at that. You see, before we got together, I was happily (?) paying my £50 per month to be a member of a very upmarket and exclusive looking gym which I used quite regularly. Then, the day came where I “acquired” my own trainer and that was that. “Oh, he’ll sort me out!” I’ve said many times after indulging in curries, chocolate desserts and Starbucks’ frappuchinos! And of course, it never happens. He always offers and we have tried on numerous occasions to train together, but the trouble is that I know that I can always get out of things I don’t want to do. So I never push myself, all the while watching my gym direct debits leave my bank account and mentally powerless to stop it.
I was recently forced into attending my first army-style fitness session and, I must admit, the thought of it horrified me. I am a bit of a pink princess at times and I do love my home comforts, so the idea of crawling around in the mud with strangers didn’t exactly excite me. But, I put it down to one of those compromises you have to make for love (after all he did take me to see Dear John so I figured I owed him!) But, the added competition element of not wanting to be seen to be slacking worked wonders and despite it being extremely hard work, it wasn’t half as bad as I thought. I held my own (in the beginners group) and actually felt pretty good after it. I also took part in a charity abseil earlier this year which is something I never would have done before so who knows, maybe my Action Man is rubbing off on me more than I’d like to admit—just don’t tell him!