In mid-February, when I began my fitness project with a personal trainer, I wrote that I was sick of being out of shape and tired of lugging around a gut at age 42.
By the end of the six-month project, I did not expect to look like Lance Armstrong in the FRS Healthy Energy ads or my sports department colleague
Siebert is expensive, and my wallet will feel the sting for a while, but I can’t imagine too many exceptional personal trainers who aren’t. Even though our contract has ended, I will remain in contact and continue to try to execute her workouts on my own.