Fluffy Bear and I made it to the gym today. Well done us!
Silent Evil has not only got us into the habit of working out but, when we do, we work pretty hard. We are also still not as fit as we should be, so we also look like we are working out hard. We pant, we sweat, we swear. Yes, you read that right. After doing 15 press ups for the 3rd time, I tend to whoosh out the odd "Fuh-uhk!"
There was a trainer there today - I don't know her name - working with a male client. He just wouldn't shut the hell up. She'd give him equipment, tell him what to do and, rather than starting the exercise, he'd just stand there, holding the ball/weight/whatever and keep telling her his inane stories. I think he spent at least half an hour telling her about his recent flights, connections, people sitting near them complaining about his screaming child, and on and on and on.
A trainer has to satisfy their client, so she replied, and chatted with him, but she kept trying to start the exercises.
"I completely agree - that's just crazy. OK, ten on each side."
It didn't work. He'd just keep talking. We were doing two sets of an exercise in the time he did one.
Eventually we all ended up on mats in the cool down area. She was sitting in front of her guy, who was still talking rather than doing ab exercises.
And that's when I guess she just had to say something. It was pretty passive-agressive, what I'd call dropping hints so bit they fall like bricks. She turned to us:
"Hi! You guys are working really hard today! Good job! I wish my clients would work out that hard... uh, when I'm not here!"
Yeah, that final bit was obviously quickly added as an afterthought.
I never thought we'd be held up as an example to others at the gym!
WOW!