Last night I had my first session with my new–new personal trainer. I had one session a while back with a little Irish guy at the fru fru more expen$ive gym in Sierra Vista but found a cheaper gym closer to home and decided to try that. The only drawback was the trainer they offered was a woman. No offense to women but I really wanted a fit guy to help in my fitness goals. The desire to have a fit, totally hot, male trainer was soon outweighed by the fact that this gym was closer, cheaper and the realization that it didn’t really matter who was training me as long as they know what they were doing.
She knew what she was doing.
Boy howdy she did. I worked muscles I didn’t know I had. I liked her a lot too. She has great energy. The gym is kind of old and run down but that seemed to attract a more serious clientele of hot buff guys. Now I get why some of my friends only like to work out in a gym. Seeing all these guys is total eye candy plus inspiration to do that extra rep. They all like Suzie too. That’s my trainer. There was this one big guy working out who had that gruff don’t-look-him-in-the-eye thing going on. He had some of his stuff on a bench we needed to use. The minute he saw us standing by the bench, he ran over apologizing while he collected his goods. He was really nice and chatty to me. I think I did about five sets of a thousand reps.
I’m going to make an effort to go three times a week. I say make an effort because I have so many other things going on for the next three months including a play in late March. I play three characters. Oy!
I slept like a rock and feel like I totally worked out. I’m putting my faith in Suzie. I really
think know she’s going to be able to help me out.