"Let's do one more set, guys - my 6:30 client canceled," said Marc, the young whippersnapper who can inflict more pain on me than any soldier. I'm talking about our personal trainer, who puts us through our paces three times a week, and who is mostly responsible for our weight loss and improved fitness. I know it's mostly Marc because left to my own devices, I would hit the snooze button faster than you can say "blow off your workout." Some days the only reason we show up is because we paid in advance, and the only thing capable of getting me out of bed is the thought of not getting our money's worth. Greed. Sloth. Sometimes it works for you. I think that falls in the category of God taking bad things and using them for good.
So anyway, we somehow make the half-mile drive (yes, drive - it's pathetic but quicker) and stretch for 15 minutes so we don't tear anything important. It's a quiet day at the gym. In fact, it has been a quiet week here. Winter has truly arrived and so has the nesting instinct. People start canceling appointments, going on holiday to warmer places like Bali and Singapore, and generally forget about their workout regime. I'm sure that's why they have contracts and make you pay up front.
Poor trainers. They'll be lonely for couple of months, until the weather starts to warm up. Then, as the realization that beach and bikini weather is approaching, they will be swamped with desperate clients, queuing up at the treadmills and grunting in unison in group training sessions, and complaining about how unfair life is. Yeah, kind of like us on a tough day. :-> Meanwhile, we have extra room and Marc has a little extra time and attention to give us as he inflicts torture -- oops, I mean helps us reach our fitness goals. He tells terrible jokes, pushes us farther than we feel like going, and manages to stay positive in spite of our whingeing (complaining). Good on ya, Marc.
See you tomorrow (muscles permitting) for Day #9.
So anyway, we somehow make the half-mile drive (yes, drive - it's pathetic but quicker) and stretch for 15 minutes so we don't tear anything important. It's a quiet day at the gym. In fact, it has been a quiet week here. Winter has truly arrived and so has the nesting instinct. People start canceling appointments, going on holiday to warmer places like Bali and Singapore, and generally forget about their workout regime. I'm sure that's why they have contracts and make you pay up front.
Poor trainers. They'll be lonely for couple of months, until the weather starts to warm up. Then, as the realization that beach and bikini weather is approaching, they will be swamped with desperate clients, queuing up at the treadmills and grunting in unison in group training sessions, and complaining about how unfair life is. Yeah, kind of like us on a tough day. :-> Meanwhile, we have extra room and Marc has a little extra time and attention to give us as he inflicts torture -- oops, I mean helps us reach our fitness goals. He tells terrible jokes, pushes us farther than we feel like going, and manages to stay positive in spite of our whingeing (complaining). Good on ya, Marc.
See you tomorrow (muscles permitting) for Day #9.
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