Once again, another small blogpost because I'm supposed to be editing a website about voluntary human extinction. Believe me, it's less interesting than it sounds.
But I do have to write about the 2 personal trainer sessions this week. Yes, after I threw a tiny hissy fit about driving an hour each way to have my ego bruised by some jock who wanted me to perform circus tricks while setting my core, I got a new trainer. This one works at the rec centre just a few blocks from my house. This is better for me in so many ways. The only downfall is that I might run into the dreaded ex-brother-in-law (I don't know what else to call him). According to a mutual "friend" (she still talks to him, so the jury's still out on her status), he works out there quite often now. Why wouldn't he? He also lives only a few blocks away. But blessedly, I haven't run into him yet, except at the cemetary. Asshole bought a new truck, so I didn't know it was him.
The new trainer is named Kerry. She's a grandmother who has been doing personal training for 20 years. She's going to be attending the massage therapy school just down the hill from Douglas, so I'm lucky to get her before she's gone. She's amazing. She is so enthusiastic about fitness, and she used to do a lot of fitness testing. I've learned so much about myself and my fitness...all stuff that I never learned from Faux-hawk in North Van. He just made me do tricks for his own sadistic pleasure. She measured my fitness, my flexibility, my strength, and my endurance. It turns out that I'm not the feeb I thought I was. So she's designing a program for me. It will be great.
The greatest thing is the facility. All of the cardio equipment overlooks the pool which I can also use. This is good news for me because I used to swim a lot; I liked swimming. But sometime over the years, after I stopped swimmming and started getting fat and self-conscious, I stopped with the swimming. Now I'll start again.
The worst thing is also the facility, but in a different way. Kerry was explaining to me yesterday while I watched the room for ex-b-i-l. We had bumped into this old guy. Kerry whispered to me "He's one of our freebies." When I asked, she explained that memberships are free to anyone over 80. Over 80! This guy was amazing. He had passed us and was on an elliptical trainer, walking like he was on the ground. Kerry continued "That's the best and worst thing about this place. You get all kinds of people in here." As she was explaining this, this bald, angry-looking guy (not ex-b-i-l) walked behind her. He had a head tattoo in the shape of a laurel ring around the top of his head. He had many other tattoos, including my favourite...the verse of some sort tattoo in script on the side of the neck. Great, I thought, they will let anyone in.
The surprising thing, though, is that I watched this guy through the rest of our session. He ended up in a conversation with this really preppy/yuppie-looking guy. It totally disrupted my prejudiced worldview. Maybe that was my biggest lesson of the day.
But I do have to write about the 2 personal trainer sessions this week. Yes, after I threw a tiny hissy fit about driving an hour each way to have my ego bruised by some jock who wanted me to perform circus tricks while setting my core, I got a new trainer. This one works at the rec centre just a few blocks from my house. This is better for me in so many ways. The only downfall is that I might run into the dreaded ex-brother-in-law (I don't know what else to call him). According to a mutual "friend" (she still talks to him, so the jury's still out on her status), he works out there quite often now. Why wouldn't he? He also lives only a few blocks away. But blessedly, I haven't run into him yet, except at the cemetary. Asshole bought a new truck, so I didn't know it was him.
The new trainer is named Kerry. She's a grandmother who has been doing personal training for 20 years. She's going to be attending the massage therapy school just down the hill from Douglas, so I'm lucky to get her before she's gone. She's amazing. She is so enthusiastic about fitness, and she used to do a lot of fitness testing. I've learned so much about myself and my fitness...all stuff that I never learned from Faux-hawk in North Van. He just made me do tricks for his own sadistic pleasure. She measured my fitness, my flexibility, my strength, and my endurance. It turns out that I'm not the feeb I thought I was. So she's designing a program for me. It will be great.
The greatest thing is the facility. All of the cardio equipment overlooks the pool which I can also use. This is good news for me because I used to swim a lot; I liked swimming. But sometime over the years, after I stopped swimmming and started getting fat and self-conscious, I stopped with the swimming. Now I'll start again.
The worst thing is also the facility, but in a different way. Kerry was explaining to me yesterday while I watched the room for ex-b-i-l. We had bumped into this old guy. Kerry whispered to me "He's one of our freebies." When I asked, she explained that memberships are free to anyone over 80. Over 80! This guy was amazing. He had passed us and was on an elliptical trainer, walking like he was on the ground. Kerry continued "That's the best and worst thing about this place. You get all kinds of people in here." As she was explaining this, this bald, angry-looking guy (not ex-b-i-l) walked behind her. He had a head tattoo in the shape of a laurel ring around the top of his head. He had many other tattoos, including my favourite...the verse of some sort tattoo in script on the side of the neck. Great, I thought, they will let anyone in.
The surprising thing, though, is that I watched this guy through the rest of our session. He ended up in a conversation with this really preppy/yuppie-looking guy. It totally disrupted my prejudiced worldview. Maybe that was my biggest lesson of the day.
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