Ignacio was the trainer that was assigned to me the last week in January, when I signed a twelve-month contract for eight sessions a month through the LA|Fitness in Allentown, a mile from home. He is Cuban, with a strong but likable personality and developing English skills. He is a strong motivator and a strict teacher. He is the reason I stuck with the training regimen as long as I had. He is the reason I have seen changes in myself. I found him to be a real person as well. I bonded with him. He will be sorely missed.

What is worse is that neither could he recommend another trainer, nor had I seen another trainer, that had the skill or was as much a motivator. I had trained with two others early on and was not impressed with either. I had seen a third who used the equipment in ways I was trained not to use it, or advise techniques to clients that were best done at home. I understand a second PT is also departing, but for his own advancement. 

Were it not for the fact I paid good money for this month’s training, and have seven more months of obligation, I would be apt simply to walk away and find a better trainer. Not that I am particularly skilled at finding one. I got way lucky getting Ignacio recommended to me. The fact that I have no confidence that my training will not be at a level lower that it is now for the same money I am paying, and that the only alternative is a trainer at another LA|F location, the nearest being Montgomeryville, 45 minutes away, makes Ignacio’s pending departure just that much more disheartening. And, just at the time, I believe, things with the body are breaking in my favor. Talk about something to zap the motivation.