Nov. 17, 2008 - Thoughts on my personal trainer

I swear, my personal trainer is trying to kill me...

"Great job, Jacque! Now I want you to do thirty more!!"

"Awesome! Now lets go run stairs! I want you to do as many times up and down in a minute as you can... Go!"

"Okay... Up four times, down three... that's good... Now... two minutes to catch your breath... and I want you to do 6 times up and 5 times down... Go!Go!Go!"

"Wow, you're sweating!

"Lets run in place, lifting your knees up to your chin... faster! faster! faster!!"

"Oooh, your favorite machine... the Nautilus calf thingy that keeps you from walking for three days! Lets start out at 40lbs, and do 4 reps of 20... Go!!"

"Now lets increase the weight by twenty, and I want another set of twenty-four. Go!"

"Breathe!"

"Don't give up on me! You can do this! Faster Faster Faster, push through the pain!!"

"No, no, no, don't LET those legs give out on you... push push push!! Harder harder, faster faster!! Go Go Go!!! Five more minutes!!

"Get up off that floor... stop turning blue!"

*poke* "Jacque?"


God, I think I'm in love with her!!