Working out to keep working in photography
So like practically everyone on the planet, I started to exercise in the beginning to January. But, this had actually been in the making for several months. Shooting weddings is extremely physical and there were days, after a wedding, I couldn’t move. I would just sit in bed and be in pain, trying to use my laptop to start culling the wedding for the slideshow. Two wedding seasons ago, my wrists hurt so bad I literally couldn’t move them for a week. I cried in pain. I was terrified I had permanently hurt myself. So I now never shoot without wrist guards on…but that’s not enough.
So when I started really thinking about my business in the fall, I kept thinking about 10-20 years from now- could I even do this? Am I damaging my body so much now that I wouldn’t have the ability to shoot down the line? And that freaked. me. out. I was like ‘Holy crap, I need to get my body ready for 2011 wedding season!’ I want to have the strength to pick up my equipment bag of 60 pounds and pick it up right, so as to not tear or hurt something in my body. I want my wrists to feel super strong and be able to support the massive weight of my camera, lens, and flash for hours.
It was time to get serious. I had never really worked out in my life. I looked at gym equipment and just had no idea what to do. And the *biggest* obstacle. I freakin hate working out. I always felt like crapola after working out and hated the people who were like “Oh I feel so gooooood. My endorphines (or whatever) kick in and I feel so energized.” Shutup. I never felt that way. I just wanted to take 5 motrins and take a nap after working out.
Cue a friend’s girlfriend moving jobs and becoming personal training manager at Planet Fitness 20 minutes away. DING. It’s a sign! So we talked and set goals. I have reeeeally weird goals people. I’m sure she has never heard “My biggest thing is I want to have super strong wrists and lower arms to support my camera.” So now I train with her two days a week and do just cardio a third day a week.
I’m not going to lie. It hurt so freakin bad the first week. I had to shuffle to walk. But that’s not normal she said and was very apologetic. I don’t think she realized how incredibly out of shape I was, ha! But now I’m on week 3 and you know what? I like working out. Not knowing how to work out and pushing yourself too hard while working out will make you feel like crap. But if you do it right, you feel good. I’m now one of those people I wanted to punch in the face when they said how great working out is.
Annnnnd! I’m already seeing results. Little tiny results. Like, you can see that I have quad muscles above my knees and it’s not just a blob. Tiny definition of my quad muscles. Boooyah!