Dan the Trainer

I haven't gushed about Dan the Trainer recently. In case you forgot, I *heart* him.

Every so often Dan gets on the list kick and makes me bring in lists of various things. Grocery lists, goal lists, exercise lists, etc. I HATE making lists, but I do it. Dan means well and I know he is just trying to help me. Seriously though, lists? How about a list of things my trainer makes me do that I hate? That's a list I could get excited about. Anyway...He trained me on Sunday and gave me a homework assignment. I was tasked with making a list of short term goals and then one long term goal. I was making the list before our appointment tonight (on post it notes of all things) and decided to see if he really reads them. #5 on my list of short term goals was "Sex with Dan". He reads the lists.

Today was leg day. I love leg day except for that one exercise he makes me do every time. Asshole. The gym has this wooden box thingy, maybe a foot and a half high, and Dan makes me step up and down on it. Grr. I had just finished some sort of leg press when I saw him going for the torture device. He brought it over to me and I said "You can just forget about number 5!"
He always tries to make me laugh as I'm huffing and puffing up and down and up and down that damned box, because making me laugh when I can barely breathe makes it all better.

By the time we were done, my legs felt like jello. I guess that's what 30 minutes with Dan will do to a girl. That's assuming Dan can go for 30 minutes.