Last time I promised to talk about a few things or people...
Let's start with Alejandra, the Pilates Guru. This is one crazy lady. She reminds me of the trainer on Real Housewives of the O.C.. Right down to where she has a very heavy spanish accent. This lady was insane and had a perfect body. She made me laugh at myself. After understanding WHAT she was saying (took forever to understand the word 'yellow') I then had to question her sanity when she asked me to do things that I am certain are not humanly possible. Well, at least for this human.
Luke. Ahhhh Luke, the personal trainer. He seems friendly enough, but I think he has a very deep rooted mean streak. One day after he worked me out, even my boobs hurt. Yup, you read this right. My boobs!!! And he laughed about it. I couldn't walk or move my arms for 3 solid days. It is truly sad when you're yiping "ouch" every time you move at all. But Luke, in all in his sick sick moments, laughed and said, "Good! Then we're doing well!!" But, I am thankful for him and his twisted ideas of pain. They are helping to reshape me.
Ahhhh...August the massage therapist. When we re-joined the club we got a LOT of perks. One of them being a massage, which I promptly claimed. I have never had a massage. I know, shock! Okay, close your mouth, it's unbecoming. LOL. So, I was thrilled to get my first massage!! August was maybe 5 foot tall and all of 100 lbs. No way is this little thing going to even get me to relax with this massage. Silly me. For 30 minutes (I swear it was longer) this little thing massaged her heart out. Not sure I actually relaxed at all, but I definitely got a massage. The next day?? I was horribly ill. I swore I had the flu. I learned, however, that a massage can (and usually does) release toxins in your body. The cure? Get more massages. Seriously. Insane.
Hoppy Hannah...
Oh poor Hannah. She hops when she runs. Entertaining to say the least. Literally she HOPS as she runs on the treadmill. I've never seen anything like it. I feel so bad for her knees. She's not a big by any means, but all that jumping truly is bad for the knees. But, definitely awesome for entertainment purposes.
Camo Carol. Every single day Camo Carol wears the same thing to the gym. These khaki colored shorts and a camo tank top, khaki colored socks that go mid-way up her calf and khaki colored velcro "sneakers". She always goes immediately to the elliptical trainer in front of where I am usually working out. It's predictable and crazy and entertaining.
Recently? I've joined weight loss boot camp and the spunky little Carlos who runs the class is so danged perky that I would have sworn he was a cheerleader in a former life. He yells, pushes us to go for more, and is always upbeat and well - despite being such a little spitfire, I like him. He makes me think and push and well, I'm really starting to like him.
More soon...
1 comment:
OMG_ stop it please! TOO funny! Carol
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