Personal training

I started with a personal trainer today. He KICKED my ass! I could barely do half of the things he wanted me to do what. “You want me to stand on what and lift my leg how many times? Yeah, I think I’ll go take a water break instead.” He’d tell me to do 25 of something, and I’d just guesstimate how many I’d done. I think that’s been about 17, I’d tell him. He’d say it was really only 4. If he wasn’t watching, I’d cheat. There aren’t many situations in which I’ll cheat. In a relationship? Nope. In class? No way. My friends out of money? They don’t have any. At monopoly when I’m the banker? Um, yes, I definitely cheat. At the gym when I’m supposed to do a certain number of things? Of course! I think on the moral scale of life, those are ok things to cheat at. And, if I’m ever the banker in Monopoly, I put the disclaimer out there ahead of time that I cheat. I think it’s called embezzling. I call it payment for my services as banker. It’s the added stress of having to manage my own money AND the banks money. I definitely deserve a salary for that. But, I digress. Back to the trainer. I met him on Saturday at the USC game. Turns out he lives in my apartment complex. He’s a super adorable guy with a ton of energy. I called him and told him I wanted to start. I’m beginning to wonder why I did that. But, I did, so we’re where we’re at. It Girl came with me. I think we’re going to do it together, which is good, cause then I’ll actually do it. Then again, the Personal Trainer knows where I live and said he’d come drag me there if he has to. Good thing there’s a peep hole in my door. “Single Girl no is home. Go away” I’ll say if I see him. If I fake an accent, he’ll fall for it. Who wouldn't? It's not like he has a key. (My mom had better not give him a key so he can come in and forcibly remove me to the gym) But, It Girl and I are bound and determined to get into shape. We’re going to look like cheerleaders in no time. We’re going to see him 2 days a week. He promised to get us sweet asses and killer bodies. That sounds lethally delicious. He gave us a pretty good friends and family discount, but of course I tried to barter for an even better deal. No dice. I even said I'd clean his apartment for him. I guess he'd already heard that I'm the world's worst cleaner. But for free training, I'm sure I could scrub a toilet or vacuum a carpet. He wants me to cut out the diet soda from my life. I don’t think I can. I’m addicted. We’ll see. I wanted to drive to the gym, just cause I thought it’d be funny to drive literally across the street. They both said no. Next time I might do it just to amuse myself. We’ll see how this all goes. My laziness is pretty strong and commanding. It's going to be duking it out with my desire to get into better shape. It Girl will be happy that I didn’t mention the fact that she puked during the workout. Oops. If anyone in the Newport/Costa Mesa area needs a good trainer, I highly recommend him. And I’m not just saying that because I’ll get a referral fee (though, that is a large reason why I’m saying it). If nothing else, I’ve made a cool new friend who has enough energy for the both of us. I’m sure we’ll hang out, seeing as how he’s my neighbor. It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. But I’m sore as hell.