It’s Thursday night. I have completed two sessions with my new trainer, and I’m laying on my couch recuperating. My phone buzzes and it says that I have a text from my old trainer.
‘How was the first week?’ he asks.
‘Well, I didn’t swear’ I answered.
After a few back and forth messages about my new trainers training technique, he asks what I am doing on Friday morning. I tell him I’m going to visit my grandparents…but why???
‘I wanted to see if you could meet me at a gym. I found a place where I can train people. I chose my favorite five clients, and you made the list.’
How is that even possible? I am the worst to him. I mean, I threaten his life on a daily basis! Oh well… I MADE THE LIST!! Unfortunately, this doesn’t change the fact that I can’t go see the gym, but I am excited at the prospect of training with him again (guess I should have held my breath after all!!).
So, it’s Friday morning, and I place a mobile Starbucks order, hop in my car, and head down the street to grab my espresso. I get out of the car, and walk with my head down, staring at my phone. All of a sudden I hear, ‘Ohhh… I thought you were going to see your grandparents. That’s why you couldn’t meet up with me’! I look up, and see my old trainer. I’m completely startled. This is the equivalent to seeing a teacher outside of school. It’s just not supposed to happen.
I pull myself together, and start laughing and telling him that I am just grabbing my coffee, and headed to see my grandparents. He asks if I have five minutes to check out the gym, and before I can resist, he pulls me down the sidewalk.
We walk into this space full of VERY athletic looking people. Women are seamlessly puling themselves up on bars. People are lifting weights as if they were picking up feathers. Most of the space is what the ‘Green’ looks like at the gym. Remember the ‘green’? The space in the gym that I hate the most? This place was 100% ‘green’ area.
My trainer explains that he can train me here, and he can do it the way he really wants to. ‘You’re going to transform’ he says.
All I can think about are all the ways I’ll picture hurting him, while training here.