The personal touch

Personal training suits me well. I get there, I warm up, I work out. It's a fast moving workout that I don't even have to think about. I simply follow the instructions, and give it my best shot. Repeating a circuit of exercises put together with my precise needs and strengths in mind, gives me a chance to put my energy where it counts the most. I don't even have to think about the weight I'm lifting. It really is a weight off my shoulders. Then there's the motivation when I most need it, and the encouragement where my own resistance surfaces in the face of the resistance. There's no competition, yet there's everything to prove: to myself. It's the best incentive I have encountered yet.

Therapy, done properly, is quite analogous. The contract between a client and their therapist is remarkably similar. There is a collaboration with a mutual aim, and within that several defined goals. We work together to travel there. We each have a separate role, and there are likely to be challenges along the way. Remaining in those respective roles is crucial to the outcome. As a therapist, there is work for me to do. But this will be worth(far)less unless the client also 'shows up'. Just like my temporary trainer Chris Challenger, I can't do my work without my client.

Pick it up!

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Table. Apple. Penny.

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