Ok so I accidentally got a trainer today. For a whole year. Not sure what exactly it was about me that screamed "come goad this chick into paying for fitness guidance!" (Kidding... it was my lack of ear buds and pathetic attempt to run...and probably the fact that that's the ONLY thing I do at my gym) but over strolled Nick to tease me about my long run and lack of anything else. He then coaxed me to give up early on that and go do some plyometrics with him. I kinda wanted to kick him in the middle of it. He was not too bashful to point out that my rolly-poley self was sweating more in his 8 minutes than I had in my 28 minutes of running. I may have sworn at him a couple of times too. But he was a good sport about it and before I knew it I was signing up for a years worth of training.
I will be working with this beef cake guy named Taylor. He is kind of massive. It's a little scary. But he seems nice so I'm going to try to withhold any judgement. Operation Skinny Bitch starts Tuesday... let's hope I'm not a fool.
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