Personal
training would not only cure my back pain, I rationalized, it would inevitably turn
me into Claudia Schiffer. Or Heidi
Klum. Or Gwyneth.
Maybe.
Anyway,
things went great with my trainer until he announced that he expected me to be
working out on some of our “off” days.
(Note to self: I always thought “off” meant “off”?) Since
I can only afford the trainer twice/week, that meant he expected me to work out
at least three of the remaining days.
Deflated, I
asked him if it would be okay if I swam on one of those days.
“Sure! I
think that would be a great idea!” he enthused.
The next
morning at 5am sharp, I was in the pool swimming laps. I had new goggles, a new swimcap, and a new
attitude. I was a female Michael Phelps.
When I got
out of the pool, I decided to chat with the lifeguard for a few minutes. Since he would be the one saving my life if
my future self happened to hit her head against the cement pool wall, I thought
it would be good to at least know his name.
It was a
difficult Russian name and I immediately forgot it. I changed the subject and asked him if he
liked swimming. (Gimme a break, it was early. I couldn’t think of anything else to chat
about.)
He promptly replied,
“I can’t swim.”
Yikes! The lifeguard can’t swim?!
Realizing
his error in language, he corrected himself:
“I am not allowed to swim
while on duty.”
At least I
got my heart rate up. MOV
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trifecta writing challenge/ exactly 333 words/ key word is "zombie"
I'm my own personal trainer/physical therapist. We have a therapy pool at work, which is where my pain ridden self works out. At this point, I'm hoping to rehab my injured knee enough that climbing stairs doesn't hurt too much, and hopefully I won't end up needing knee replacements!
ReplyDeleteAre you sure the truth did not slip out and he was just giving you the company line about not being allowed to swim, sounds fishy to me. (Followed by a roar of laughter at my cleverness as I reach for the lovely glass of Estancia.
ReplyDeleteMy heart would have stopped too! funny post...good luck with the personal trainer!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Joanne
If he's not allowed to swim while on duty how is he supposed to rescue you if you are drowning in the middle of the pool!?!?!?!
ReplyDeleteHilarious story! I got my heart rate up just from laughing so hard;) You never disappoint with your writing!
ReplyDeletehahaha
ReplyDeleteBahaha! That's awesome. And don't feel bad about immediately forgetting his name. His name could have been Bob and I would have immediately forgotten.
ReplyDeleteOf course, if he were a Bob, he wouldn't need to be able to swim.
-andi
Loved your take on the challenge! Very nice!
ReplyDeleteI bet he really can't swim. :-) This was a funny little story, MOV. Thanks for sharing. I used to have a personal trainer who was appalled that I did absolutely no physical activity that he didn't see. I thought off meant off, too. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh... 'I can't swim'... now that would be a scary lifeguard!
ReplyDeleteOops.. Glad you didn't die of a heart-attack
ReplyDeleteI guess I need to get a few "on" days before I am allowed to have an off one.
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