Thursday, June 12, 2014

Conversations with Mr. Trainer: Sometimes it pays to be SHORT!

Things have been WAY too serious up in here so I thought I'd show a tidbit of some lighter things...they DO actually occur and I should probably talk about them more often, so here goes....

Contrary to popular belief.....I usually try not to complain about something new I’m being given because I’m trying very hard to give new things a shot without overthinking it…..and I do trust that Mr. Trainer would not have me do something that he didn’t believe I could actually do.  

But….tonight, I knew my body was telling me for whatever reason that it was done.  Completely.  

I should also note that about 5 minutes IN to the session Mr. Trainer received a text that he did not like.....and ended up punching a wall.....more than once.....and I've never seen this sweet-hearted, docile character like we both didn't say much..........I love to talk - but I know when to not poke the bear.  So, most of our session was filled with intense counting and barking of orders.  

It was about 10 minutes until the hell was over and for some reason I was NOT seeing the light at the end of the tunnel as I usually see the 10 minutes left as a victory lap.  Everything hurt and was a struggle….so, I consider it my own little God Wink tonight that he fixed it without me:

Me:  “There’s no way I’m getting on that machine.  I’ve seen other girls do it and I imagine that all of these He-Man guys get such a kick out of it they talk about it for days.”

Mr. Trainer:  “Nope, you’re going to do it.  Shut your mouth for once.”

Me:  “Well, that’s no way to treat a lady….you should be ashamed.”

Mr. Trainer:  (Feeling very proud of himself, I’m sure.)  “Climb on Princess and just do it.”


Mr. Trainer:  "I call 'em like I see 'em"

Me:  "Ok, but this will not end well.”

So, I proceed to attempt it while glaring at him.  Something wasn’t right.

Mr. Trainer:  “What’s going on?  Why does it look like that?”

Me:  “I dunno – my knees keep slipping.  I’m TRYING to keep everything where you told me to.  Seriously, I'm not bluffing.”

Mr. Trainer then rattles around on the machine….looks at the adjustments….and even calls Blaine over to look too.  After much man muttering, Mr. Trainer looks at Blaine and says:

Mr. Trainer: “Well, CRAP.  She’s going to lord this over me now since I made her try it.”

Blaine:  "Your problem.  Not mine - she loves me so I have no worries."

Me:  “What are you talking about?”

Mr. Trainer:  “Well, it seems you’re just not tall enough for this ride.  Go ahead and gloat shorty.”

Me:  “Oh, thank GOD!..........SEE??  I just knew it wasn’t meant for me.”

Mr. Trainer:  “Oh, say your prayers later Princess.  I’ll consult with the Devil for our next session anyways.”

And the we looked at each other and laughed like loons.  Because we both needed it.  It's probably not as funny if you weren't there.....but it was like a balm to my spirit tonight and I'll take every giggle that it gave me........and I know Mr. Trainer did too.  

And THAT is how I know that the Big Man Upstairs is always looking out for me.

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