Personal Trainor
Jun 2nd, 2000 | 06:16 AM
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OK, here you go. Hope I don't get dissed as this is not travel but as the saying goes You Asked For It. Enjoy
For Christmas this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of private
lessons at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great
shape since playing on my high school softball team, I decided it would be a
good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my
reservations with a personal trainer named Tawny, who identified herself
as a 26-year old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and
swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started. The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY
Started my day at 6:00 AM. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was
well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Tawny waiting for
me. (She is something of a goddess with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling
white smile.(WOO HOO!!!..) Tawny gave me a tour and showed me the
machines. She took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed
that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to her in her
aerobic outfit.(I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she
conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring.) Tawny
was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from
holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a
FANTASTIC week!!!..
TUESDAY
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out of the door.
Tawny made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air...then she
put weights on it!.. My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I
made the full mile. Tawny's rewarding smile made it all worth while. I feel
GREAT!!!.. It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a Geo in the club lot. Tawny was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered the other club members.(Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning, and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.) My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster. (Why in HELL would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?) Tawny told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
She said some other shi* too.
THURSDAY
Tawny was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half hour late.(It took that long for me to tie my shoes.) Tawny took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's
room. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine...which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that BITC* Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world.(Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader wanna-be BITC*).If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!.. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.(Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended
and graduated magna cum laude from, you Nazi Bitc*.) The treadmill flung me
off and I landed on a health and P.E. teacher. Why couldn't it have been
someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY
Tawny left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly
voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to
smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength even to use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of the
weather channel.
SUNDAY
I'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank God that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
wife (the MANIAC) will choose a gift for me that is fun...like a root canal or
a prostatectomy!..
For Christmas this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of private
lessons at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great
shape since playing on my high school softball team, I decided it would be a
good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my
reservations with a personal trainer named Tawny, who identified herself
as a 26-year old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and
swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started. The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY
Started my day at 6:00 AM. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was
well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Tawny waiting for
me. (She is something of a goddess with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling
white smile.(WOO HOO!!!..) Tawny gave me a tour and showed me the
machines. She took my pulse after five minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed
that my pulse was so fast, but I attribute it to standing next to her in her
aerobic outfit.(I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she
conducted her aerobics class after my own workout today. Very inspiring.) Tawny
was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from
holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a
FANTASTIC week!!!..
TUESDAY
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out of the door.
Tawny made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air...then she
put weights on it!.. My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I
made the full mile. Tawny's rewarding smile made it all worth while. I feel
GREAT!!!.. It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a Geo in the club lot. Tawny was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered the other club members.(Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning, and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.) My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tawny put me on the stair monster. (Why in HELL would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?) Tawny told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life.
She said some other shi* too.
THURSDAY
Tawny was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half hour late.(It took that long for me to tie my shoes.) Tawny took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's
room. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine...which I sank.
FRIDAY
I hate that BITC* Tawny more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world.(Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader wanna-be BITC*).If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Tawny wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!.. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.(Which I am sure you learned in the sadist school you attended
and graduated magna cum laude from, you Nazi Bitc*.) The treadmill flung me
off and I landed on a health and P.E. teacher. Why couldn't it have been
someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY
Tawny left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly
voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to
smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength even to use the TV remote and ended up watching eleven straight hours of the
weather channel.
SUNDAY
I'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank God that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
wife (the MANIAC) will choose a gift for me that is fun...like a root canal or
a prostatectomy!..
