On the red carpet in Los Angeles for a special screening of 41st & Central: The Untold Story of the L.A. Black Panthers
So I’ve been working out with a personal trainer after my girl Poetess invited me to give it a try with her a couple of weeks ago. I was actually on my way to Runyon Canyon that morning and stopped by her place to drop something off when she cajoled me into going to work out with her on Stocker and Valley Ridge, otherwise known to us in the hood as The Hill.
Russell Biggs, a popular personal trainer has a group class that he conducts on The Hill Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Let me be the first to say—it ain’t no joke. I think the first day I did it, I could still feel it three days afterwards. But I came back, even when Mr. Biggs, lol, announced to the group that he was sure I wouldn’t.
It’s been a challenge, I’ll tell you that. Anyone familiar with The Hill knows that walking up the hill is hard enough let alone trying to run, skip, lunge, or squat your way up it. But that’s just what we do and when we get to the top he has us take out our yoga mats and start our abs workout. He’s tough and like with my beloved tennis coach sometimes I just want to yell STFU and jump in my car get the hell away from him—but I don’t. I just suck it up and deal with it. Why? Because Dinah in Color and summer is fastly approaching and quite frankly, I need help.
Working out is hard enough without working out on one of the most popular streets in Black Los Angeles. Between my friends honking their horns in support and the many passerbyers on their way to work starring in amazement or bewilderment as I huff and puff my half awake fat ass up that damn hill, I had get over my fear of working out on a public street early or this wasn’t going to work for me. Luckily, I did just that because at the end of the day, I am the one that has to live with this body and I am going to enjoy my 2010 summer—you can count on that. Plus, the women in the group are pretty cool and Geri, who is 72, well she’s just a constant inspiration and reminder of how I want to be at her age. If she can do the workout at 72, at 32 what the hell am I complaining for?
Another upside is that Mr. Biggs also gives you a personal evaluation that involves developing a daily menu in accordance with your goals. Now that’s what I am talking about!
Between the The Hill, tennis, and Runyon Canyon, I figure in about two months, if I eat right, I should be where I want to be. I am already starting to notice a little difference so let’s just say that I’m inspired to keep on keeping on. It’s a constant challenge I tell you but there’s nothing like fitting into your clothes vs. squeezing into them.
For my Los Angeles peeps, if you’re interested in working out on The Hill with us or looking for a personal trainer, hit up Russell Biggs at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Oh and to my girl Poetess—good looking out.