It's why I love so many of my clients I see several times a week.
Because I work for the military, I get to train and teach veterans. They are by far the most colorful group of clients I know. It makes work fun.
Or it did until recently.
Because the problem that's become glaringly obvious between me and my older clients is the generation gap.
Or, rather, the pregnancy generation gap.
Most women who had babies more than 20 years ago were actively encouraged not to exercise during their pregnancies. They were told you could do too much and hurt yourself and the baby. They were told to rest and relax and not lift heavy objects. They'd never heard of a thing called pre-natal yoga.
It was, as we say, a different time.
Luckily, times have changed.
And now, doctors and midwives and the experts-that-be openly acknowledge that, for a low-risk, healthy women who had a history with exercise prior to their pregnancies, running, cycling, and even strength-training can be done, and can actually be quite beneficial for them and their unborn babies.
Unfortunately, no one has told my older clients that. And recently, they've been doing their best to scare me with their out-dated obstetrical beliefs, each and every morning I walk through the gym doors.
Yesterday alone, one of my 60 year olds proceeded to tell me that, at the rate I was going, I was going to go into labor so spontaneously and so fast that my husband wasn't even going to have enough time to get me to the birth center. I was going to have to give birth on the side of the road, in my car, and my husband was going to have deliver Baby Girl.
It was all I could do not to retort back, "Please God, if my labor starts that easy and goes that quick, I'll be thankful."
Then there are the older women in my cycling classes who literally yell at me to, "Take it easy!" or "Don't do that!" or "Stop it! You're hurting your baby!" all while I'm teaching.
I'm constantly grinning through my gritted teeth and laughing it off, but let me tell you, it gets annoying. Especially because I know me and Baby Girl are A-OK.. She's been cycling with me since the day I conceived, and so far, she's gotten glowing reports from the midwives.
I think she's fairing just find, thank you very much.
Then, there's the client who stopped me yesterday and told me not to jog anymore till "that baby comes out."
Keep in mind, she'd just seen me "jog" all of 10 feet in an attempt to open the door for another trainer wielding several BOSU balls. I wasn't taking off on an Ironman-long run at break-neck speeds by any means.
So, when I tried to put her fears to rest by telling her I've actually been running with my post-partum clients for my entire pregnancy and was even planning on doing a few 5Ks 30+ weeks pregnant as well, she about had a fit.
She actually forbid me to do them, in fact, citing the logic, "I'm old enough to be your mother, and since your mother isn't here, I'm just going to have to step in and mother you for her. I will not let you run anymore while you're pregnant."
Oh, if she only knew my mother, who's well aware of my exercise habits and hasn't objected once to them.
So far, I haven't made it through a session with an older client without them mentioning, in some capacity, that I'm going to "kill my baby doing that." Or that "my water is going to break right here, right now, and it's too early for that."
They refuse to listen to my objections that my baby is kicking and walloping all the time, so I'm pretty sure she's well and good and alive and that my water isn't close to breaking any time soon.
Plus, they don't see the logic in the fact that some people do crazy things like intravenous drugs while pregnant and still manage to miraculously birth perfectly normal, full-term babies.
I think me demonstrating push-ups isn't going to be the difference between a healthy and sickly newborn.
Their scare tactics have gotten so frequent that I'm even dreaming about them.
A few nights ago, I had a dream in which I was 40 weeks pregnant and teaching cycling. Intense contractions started, and one client of mine declared I was in labor.
Then, all my clients swarmed me. Before I could even say, "Really. I'm OK. I'm just having contractions. The baby isn't about to pop out just yet," they'd all lifted me over their heads - crowd-surfer-style - and carried me off to some strangers' car.
They began to drive me to the doctor - in the exact opposite direction of my midwives and their birth center.
Meanwhile, I was protesting loudly, telling them, "No! The birth center is that way! If you're taking me anywhere, you're taking me there!"
Until one of the older ladies screamed at me, "You're delusional! You don't know what you're talking about! I'm taking you to my doctor! A better doctor! He's what you need!"
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Luckily, I've likely only got 10 or 11 weeks left till Baby Girl is here. Then, all this rigmarole can stop every time I see my older clients.But right now, it's feeling like a long 2.5 months ahead. I know their complaints about my pregnant exercising are only going to get worse as I get bigger. And no matter what I say, nothing seems to sway them.
They're stuck back in the dark ages, where pregnant women were treated like invalids.
Meanwhile, I guess I'll just continue to boggle their minds. And, God willing, birth a healthy baby.
Perhaps she will finally convince them that all my exercise wasn't going to be our final demise.
Then again, probably not.
Because I can totally hear them already: "Well, you got lucky. But next time, you need to take it easier..."
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Happy Workout Wednesday everyone!