So, I am sitting in one of the weight machines at Golds Gym, totally minding my own business pumping some iron, when this Golds Gym guy (or "GGG" for short) comes swaggering over to me and lays one of his arms over the machine. I politely stop because grunting really shouldn't intersperse a conversation and look to him expectantly. I know I am using the machine correctly because weights go up and down when I move my legs. As he opens his mouth I half expect him to ask me out (I mean, why else do people go to the gym, really?), which I think would be dumb for three reasons: 1) I am married, 2) I am pregnant, and 3) I am actually dressed for the gym in sweat pants and a T-shirt-- very attractive.
Instead he asks me, "so, have you ever thought of a personal trainer?"
I pause, incredulously, as I search for just the right words to express what I think about his idea. At this point in my pregnancy, I am pretty sure I am showing, so either he A) thinks I am fat, or B) doesn't know anything about pregnant women. Probably not a good time to be working on my 6 pack!
I tell him that I am actually 7 months pregnant and that this is probably not the best time to be getting a personal trainer. At this point my husband walks up, looking very large and intimidating. I tell the GGG, "this is my husband Swen-- he pulls semi trucks with his teeth for a living" and the GGG backs away with his tail between his legs.
True story, all except for the Swen/semi trucks part.
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3 comments:
Gotta love the trainers at the gym. I thought you went to 24, we should work out sometime.
you should switch to 24. burke used to work out at golds but there were too many "super todds" (or gggs).
that is too funny.
I agree that a conversion to 24 hour is in order. You'll get less of that there. That's hilarious though, what a goof!
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