It’s the first week after my trainer left the gym, and I am starting with someone new. I have seen this new trainer around the gym, and I didn’t have anything good or bad to say about him, I just didn’t know him. When he was assigned to take me over as a client, I did the nice thing, and prepared him for my vulgar language and piss poor attitude.
Our first real conversation was while I was walking on the treadmill. He came up to me and tried to have a normal conversation. He was telling me about how he went to Boston with his family, and I was desperately trying to listen, I swear. It was hard. I had no interest in the conversation, and I immediately decided we had nothing in common. This just wasn’t going to work.
I message my old trainer, and tell him ‘I can’t do it’. He knows exactly what I’m talking about, and says, ‘Yes I can, just laugh at him. It’s what I used to do.’ Oh, ok.
My first day of training comes, and we did things a little differently than I was used to. I hated 90% of the exercises, but I didn’t complain. In fact, I didn’t even swear the whole time. By the end of my session, my arms were killing me, my shoulders were throbbing, and my midsection was on fire. That’s when he said, ‘Let’s do Battle Ropes’. He seriously must be on crack. I was near tears, but I sucked it the fuck up, didn’t complain, and grabbed the ends of the ropes with both hands. I shook those things as hard as I could, for as long as I could. It was seriously like 20 seconds. I stopped. Ten seconds later, I do it again.
I really felt weak, until a guy turned to me and said, I can’t even do that for twelve seconds. I know he was just saying that because he was head to toe muscle, had been working out for an hour without breaking a sweat, and was confident enough to wear man-capris. He can battle rope with the best of them, I know it. …but deep down, I appreciated it.
By the end of the week, after I completed both upper body and lower body murder day, I appreciated my new trainer a little more. I don’t think I’ll be able to joke with him like I did my last trainer, or slap his arm, but I’ll get a good work out and thats what counts… I guess.
This shirt says the whole truth and nothing but the truth.