And I wasn't kidding. I had avoided sports and sport-like activity all my life, including televised sports. In college, where Phys. Ed. was a requirement, I chose my classes based on whether or not you had to change your clothes. The result: I took bowling, archery, shuffleboard and bait casting (I'm not kidding). Thank you, Penn State.
Did I mention that my college waistline of 28 was now 34? While my weight had remained steady, it had shifted — and not in a good way.
Enter William to my life. In his early evaluation of me, he handed me a "Bioelectrical Impedance Analysis Meter" (or, as I called it, the Fat-O-Meter), which electronically measures percentages of body fat. That first reading — before a single dumbbell was lifted — was a startling 15%. "Gee, that's what most people aim for, and that's where you are starting," William said.
I was not impressed. My lack of the standard American obesity is primarily genetics (thanks, Mom; thanks, Dad), a lifetime of being a careful eater (no fat, small portions), and being physically active in daily life (gardening, pet grooming and weekly grocery carrying.)
So now, twice a week, I was William's personal-training slave. He showed up punctually with a notebook, timer, Fat-O-Meter and a big smile like he actually liked doing this to other people. Whatever he said, I did — no questions, no complaints, no excuses. That first week, I asked if he trained at Abu Ghraib. He laughed, I didn't.
What I discovered with William's help was the hidden, sleeping athlete within.
Who knew? Certainly not me.
William kept track of my "personal bests," and not only did I show serious improvement session to session, but I also had very little soreness or fatigue the following day. William called this "remarkable recovery ability," then simply took to calling me a "genetic freak." I think he meant it in a good way.
I am now in my second month and feel great. Better posture, better energy and a new respect for structured physical activity. Do I like it? Not particularly, but I am reminded of those old Jack LaLanne exercise television shows I watched in the black-and-white 1950s, with LaLanne in his famous belted jumpsuit. "I hate to work out," LaLanne has been quoted as saying. "I hate it, but I like the results."
Well said, Jack. And by the way, where can I get one of those jumpsuits?
Kemerer, who lives in Beverly Hills, restores historic houses and twice a week lifts weights, reluctantly.