January 29, 2010
I said: I don't want to do it.
He said: Come on, don't give me a hard time.
I said: I said no.
He said: You are going to do it.
I said: It's too hard for me.
He said: Get down there and do it.
I said: See, it's too big and I'm not used to doing it.
He said: Lay down on your back and you will do it.
I said: I pay you for this. I do not want to go through with it.
He said: You won't get your money back. You might as well do it.
That is pretty much the last conversation I had with my personal trainer during my last session. He wanted me to lay down on my back on a huge exercise ball and follow his instructions on the exercises and I kept falling off the exercise ball. I had to forfeit the money I paid up front for a certain number of sessions with the personal trainer, but at that point I was happy to give up the money. My legs were so sore I could hardly walk out the door with any dignity. I saw that personal trainer at the post office a few weeks later and pretended I didn't see him. That was five years ago and I am not going back to a gym. Nuh uh. I'd rather have a Klondike Bar.
This is my Klondike Bar commercial submission post for Badass Geek.