My girlfriend and I are less than 90 minutes away from packing our bags, locking the door, and heading out to my car to driving to Martha’s Vineyard for a quick weekend getaway.*** I’ve been living in Boston for close to four years now, and I have yet to make a cameo appearance in Cape Cod, let alone the Vineyard Needless to say, we’re both very excited.
As such, we both got up at the crack ass of dawn (translation: 5:30) to head to the gym to get a quick workout out in – she teaches an early morning spin class at a local BSC, and I just tagged along to hit up the weight room while she did her class.
SIDE NOTE: I honestly have no idea how people can train that early in the morning. I felt like complete garbage, but I digress.
We took the ten minute drive into downtown Boston, only to find out – as we literally walked to the front entrance of the club – that she left her iPod (with all her spin music) on the stand next to the door back at her apartment. BOYFRIEND OF THE YEAR ALERT: I handed her my iPod to hold her over until I got back, and I Jason Bourn’ed it down Commonwealth Ave back to her place.
Long story short, I make get back to club, bolt into the middle of her class and hand Lisa her iPod – to roaring applause. Fade to black. End credits. Who’s more awesome than me?
Anyways, I got my session in, but like I alluded to above, I felt like I got hit by a mack truck. I don’t know if it was the fact that it was 6:30 in the morning, or that I was watching a personal trainer put a female client on an Airex pad and having her perform one-legged bicep curls with ten lb dummbells. Really, dude? That’s what she’s paying you for?
Why not just take the $90 she’s paying you and flush it down the toilet? It really boggles my mind just how many trainers waste people’s time. What’s more, it doesn’t surprise me when people express their frustation that they never see results when I see things like that. Suffice it to say, I’m going to post a guest blog on Monday that will elucidate on this topic in more detail, so stay tuned.
On that note, I’m out. I’ll be spending the weekend finishing up Gray Cook’s new book, Movement as well as one of the better novels I’ve read in a while, Jonathan Safran Foer’s Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.