I was concerned about how the trainer man and I would recover our awkward misunderstanding, but it turns out, all was fine. He handled it well and greeted me with a goofy smile and the normal questions about if I would actually commit to anaerobic exercise, or if I would just be there for a run.
Late last week, however, I think he finally gave up on me. You see, the week before, I had been pretty busy so I mostly came in the mornings, to get my run in. When I finally showed up during his evening shift on the following Monday, he greeted me with a, "Long time no see!" I agreed and explained about the mornings. He wasn't having it, though. "I want to see you every day!" Well, alright. Good trainer that he is. So I mapped out my plan to be there both the next day and the day after, when we could do a legit workout instead of just my run.
As life goes, however, things popped up, and I, once again, could only hit the gym in the mornings. When I waltzed in on Thursday evening he shook his head as he said a sorrowful, "Nice to meet you."
He no longer offered to help me find CNN (fortunately for my equilibrium), and refrained from making his usual, "You superwoman!" comments as I ran.
It was a sad day.
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