The Trainer

So, this week I get a wild hair and decide to hire a trainer at the gym. Well, maybe not a wild hair. It's been bothering me for some time now that every time I go to put something on in my closet I have to take it off 2 seconds later. Because its too freakin tight. I did buy some new clothes, because you know, I needed something to wear. But, I still have to do the laundry a lot, just so I have something to wear. Maybe clothes are overrated anyway. J/K.
But, back to the trainer. I did my homework and picked someone I knew would kick my rear. I'm tellin ya the boy is doing his job. Even, Mark said tonight "Hey, are you ok? My face was still beet red 30 minutes after the session.
Keeping in mind that this guy is 23 years old and never birthed any babies. He had the gall to laugh at my weakness during the first session. The ornery part of me wants to be like "Hey, dude bring it on! But, darn it I still need to walk tomorrow. So I better just keep my mouth shut, right. Gosh, I feel so old!