I was about to get my picture taken in my underwear.
I don't even let Baconhound take pictures of me in my underwear!
But, in the interest of my well-being and your entertainment, I took a deep breath and disrobed.
I tried to act nonchalant, like standing around in my bra was an every day occurrence, while Rob positioned me for the alignment pictures. When I was lined up correctly, he told me to take a deep breath, let it out* and...CLICK. Then I turned to the side, got lined up, another deep breath, and...CLICK.
"That wasn't so painful, was it?" Rob joked.
I quickly put my shirt on and we looked over the pictures as he
It seems that my whole body shifts to the right - my spine runs parallel to the laser (which you can't really see in the first picture, but its easy to tell that I am shifted more to the right of the grid), my shoulders are hunched (shocker), and my hips jut forward...like, a lot.
And just when I thought the fun was over, Rob took my measurements.
Calf - 17" / Thigh - 24.5" / Hips 42.5" / Stomach 37.5" / Chest 42"
Then we hit the gym.
Our first session wasn't really about working out - it was about finding out what my body can do.**
Rob tested my balance and he evaluated the strength and mobility of my left side vs my right side. After every movement, he would ask what I felt and how it differed from the opposite side. He would explain to me what was happening with my muscles and point out what needs to be focused on to improve the overall capabilities of my body.
What I learned from this is that I am not only right-side dominant, but my left side might as well be paralyzed. It is completely useless. Like spinning rims on a 1983 Ford Fiesta, my left side is just there for show.
So after discovering that my whole body naturally leans to the right, and that my right side practices total domination over my left...does this mean I have to start supporting Sarah Palin???
After the left/right assessment, Rob shifted his focus to my abs (yay!). There he discovered that I have a weak core (thanks for nothing, Pilates!), and he knew the perfect way to remedy that...
He had me lie down on my back and when I was completely defenceless, Rob said, "So...you know I"m a boxer, right?" and turned and walked into another room. When he came back through the doorway, he was pulling on boxing gloves. And he was smiling. Devilishly.
Then he proceeded to punch me in the stomach for 3 minutes.
OK, so he wasn't punching hard, and it was in 30 second increments, and it was actually pretty effective (I really had to tighten my core just to reduce the jiggle), but still...he was punching me! In the stomach!!
So ended my first session with Rob.
And it will only get better...Rob sent me an email
God help me.
the Taskmaster, himself
*I wasn't even allowed to suck my stomach in! Apparently these pictures need to be "real" and "natural"
**hint: its really bendy***
***no, its really not