I went.
WOW
John never did confirm with me about the time so yesterday I texted him asking about tonight. A guy named "Sean" answered instead. It didn't make sense... John works solo.. who the heck is this Sean guy? So I went online to their website and... OF COURSE... John just sold his business THIS WEEK and now these new, inexperienced youngun's are now working there. Damn it.
So... I went with a dubious heart.
The place is tiny... I don't know what I was expecting but not this teeny claustrophobic room. I met John... I knew I'd like him. Instantly I felt I'd love to work with him and that he would know exactly how to transform me. I told him my concerns about his selling the business and having to work with the other guys. He was very reassuring about how he's training them and watching over.. yadda yadda but I met Sean.. and the other guy, Brandon. They both are young and weenie looking. Snort. Absolutely no authority emanates from these guys.
Anyway... so John started me with working out and eventually turned me over to Sean.
I had this vision... I'd go in... I wouldn't be talkative... I wouldn't give a lot of info. I'd be cool and collected and do what they told me with my "can do" attitude.
Shit
Not only did I nervously babble at them but I caught myself apologizing and being self deprecating (an hold habit I thought I'd kicked) At one point I looked up and found Sean standing there looking at the ceiling and yawning.
Ugh.
Sooooo..... how'd it go?
I DID LOTS.OF.SQUATS.... OH MY GOD!
I nearly passed out... quite a few times.. and I'm not being dramatic. My head buzzed, my face turned candy apple red, my hearing became muted and ... well... all those other horrible physical sensations that occur right before you pass out.
When they said I was done... I went out to the car and sat there until my heart stopped racing and my head stopped spinning. My legs were jello.
I wasn't functional until an hour after getting home.
Really, I'm still not OK...
My body says " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?"
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