In the past, I’ve worked with personal trainers and have not always had a great experience with all of them. Since the only reference for Doug I had beforehand was his website, it was a crapshoot when I signed him on as my personal trainer just over a year ago. I can’t tell you how hot the table has been for me since. First, I am a long distance runner. I suffered from piriformis syndrome (aka sciatica) that left an irritating pain deep in my right buttock when I ran hard or sat on it for too long. Doug immediately focused on my core work, not just the abdominals, but the lower back as well. He likes to call it balance Within a couple months, the pain completely dissipated and has not returned since even in subsequent marathons. Also, my running pace has improved significantly. With the consistently tough leg workouts that Doug has me doing, I’ve achieved a personal record in runner speak in many of my last races.
I would also be remiss if I failed to mention that Dougs constant need to push me hard also saved my life. On a recent trip to St. Lucia, I decided to join a friend and climb the unsanctioned, very steep Petit Piton. It was a straight up climb that took nearly an hour and a half. About half way up, we began using ropes to help us climb. With no safety harnesses on and no vines to hang onto, the ropes were our only means of pulling ourselves up. On one rope climb, the rope slid to the side of the round rock I was climbing, leaving me dangling 300+ meters above the nearest treetop. Fortunately, in the year that I have been training with Doug, he has gotten my petite frame and slender biceps curling 21 lbs. I was able to use my upper body strength to hold on to the rope without fear that I’d fall and break every bone in my body until my friend and hiking guide were able to rescue me.
Furthermore, Doug is not only a very experienced and knowledgeable trainer, he is also very patient and makes the training fun. I have to admit that I like to whine “ particularly when he increases the weights. But somehow he turns it around, and I end up laughing or smiling when I’m going for fifteen or fatigue. I must be neurotic, but for some reason, I enjoy going to the torture chamber. Perhaps it’s because I have an awesome personal trainer, or perhaps it’s because I relish in the fact that all my exes now do a double take of my smokin body. You decide.