Help me, I am dead
Argggh.
I’m dead.
You’re not reading this blog post.
Move along.
Short story: Personal trainer kicked my ass. Kicked my ass while he was hobbling along on a sprained ankle from playing basketball.
He kept me going. Assisted me when I needed it. And told me to focus beyond the pain, to my goals. How I want to look in two weeks. A month. A year. 10 years.
Of course he’d like to charge me an arm and a leg (presumably unsprained) to continue our time together. As much as I probably need the motivation and ass whooping, I cannot afford it.
Hard sell. He’s got me coming back tomorrow to chat again. And then I will chat and say no. But damn, am I weak when I’ve had the shit beaten out of me. No will left to say no. I did (shakily) pull out the poor and cat card. I know it sounds lame, I told him, but I have had to spend a lot of money on my sick cat.
I also have a house. I have a computer to pay off. And I can force myself to do most of the things the trainer did with me today. Or Heather can help force me.
Willpower. I need willpower.
And all I need right now is to be able to stand up without shaking.
Good workout!
I half wonder if the trainers get a woody from making a person work until they collapse.
Probably. He did give me the speech of “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you couldn’t do, or that I wouldn’t do myself.”
He also said I did really well, and that I did much more than a guy he trained earlier. Said the guy either almost puked, or puked.
Willpower.
He did ask me repeatedly how I was feeling. I mostly said fine or good. Occasionally my only response was a weak grunt of exhaustion that he interpreted as not puking yet.
Sick cat strategy huh? I’ll have to remember that one. I need to keep track of these excuses as one day, when my children are gone, I won’t have them as an excuse. By that time, Bruce will be either sick or dead. He is getting rather old in feline years I suppose
Yeah well, dude still isn’t taking no for an answer.
And my cat is going to the vet tomorrow. I don’t anticipate this visit being cheap.
How old is Bruce now, anyway?