Oh hey there!! Let me start out by saying that this entry was initially going to be a slightly boring one about how Franz and I moved to (yet another) new gym. The one we were training in closed, and a gym about 15 minutes away absorbed my sweet Franz, and much of the old gyms equipment. I’m oh so excited to be reunited with all of the torture devices, in a new location. So, to be super basic about this, me following Franz from gym to gym is like a puppy following it’s owner, or a horse following a carrot. Something like that. I just want to follow Franz wherever he may go…. enjoy the song that plays in my head when I think of this.
Ok, so let’s dive in. It’s the first day at this new gym. I’m late, because it’s a whole new commute to a new place. Let’s not get into the part about how there were SEVERAL drivers going FAR BELOW the speed limits on the road…. clearly testing my road rage (Massachusetts, you’re going soft).
Being late, Franz is set off, and pretends to be annoyed with me. The fact is, he is all giddy that we are in a new place, and he can torture me in front of new people.
Quick side note: This ‘new’ place is so outdated in design and decoration, that it reminded me of my childhood days on vacation in the Borscht Belt with my family, at a stellar resort called Kutsher’s. Think: Dirty Dancing, and never update it. Ever.
Anyways, were working out, and I am silently reminiscing about all of the making fun of me, that Franz has done, during our time at the last gym. Those poor young boys had no idea that we had been joking and laughing, and talking about how I could be their mom… ahh… I’ll miss you Dad-Bod-Child.
As I am doing an insanely difficult arm exercise, I look around and see a young trainer, with a beard and a man bun. Bait. I turn to Franz and say, ‘So, who’s Man Bun?’
‘Whoa!! Look at you! He’s even younger than ‘Man-Bod-Child’!’ he says.
Then, without even taking another breath, Franz turns to Man-Bun-Child, and says, ‘HEY!! My client is checking you out!! But uhh… she could be your mom, so….’
And there it is. He’s lucky I don’t get embarrassed about things like that. Mostly, I just like to make a scene as if he’s embarrassing me, to embarrass him. Most of the time, I think I win.
Man-Bun-Child turns to me, and says, ‘Yeah I just look older because, well… this and this’, while motioning to his facial hair and bun. Then, follows it up with, ‘Don’t get distracted!!’
Ouch. Don’t worry Man-Bun-Child. I’m good. Just know, you’ll be a pivotal part of our jokes and laughing, when I’m at the gym.
P.S. I’d like all of my close friends and family to know that Mike named this entry.
P.P.S. Today I hurt Franz, by accidentally hitting him where it counts, and I’d like to publicly apologize. I was swinging my arm in self defense of him about to smack me on the back (probably for being an asshole), and I got him good. My sincerest apologies… Your MMA Approved Cup is on it’s way via Amazon Prime. Also, I will take into consideration my brute strength, and be more gentle when I am on the defense, next time.