Beaten, Battered, Bewildered. But, Better.

Gym this morning. It was a new trainer.
And it was ONLY her today. It was nice not having a small audience watching while I sweat my dignity away before their very eyes - the way I've been doing my last few times.
The new trainer is psychotic. In a good way, I guess.
During boot camp - I hit that "half way point" where I made the mistake of glancing at the clock.
I'll be honest - I nearly shat myself with the sad realization that I still had 35 minutes to go.
I contemplated making something up... "oooh...wow...6:30 already, eh? I have a meeting...! I gotta run!"
The thought also flashed in my head that I would get all thespian on her ass and 'fake collapse'.
You know, stop the mountain climbers, place the back of my hand against my forehead, say something random and unintelligable - and then fall to the ground dramatically.
Fake a faint.
"Whoa..must have...gotten...light headed," I'd say. "Must ...go home..." - but then I thought that the gym would want to call an ambulance, and that just wouldn't end well.
So, I sucked it up.
I suffered through it.
And suffer I did.
Jump squats. Kettle bells. TRX contraptions were involved.
We did walking lunges with weights. Insane push ups that Satan himself couldn't design any better (if the goal in mind is to torture).
I was cursing her.
In my head, I was already writing the letter I would submit to the gym - saying how she is an unfit trainer and shouldn't be allowed to even SPEAK to clients.
Clearly she was trying to kill me by sending me straight into cardiac arrest.
I might make that Ambulance ride after all, I remember thinking.
However the second it ended, amidst an endorphin rush and post-climactic sweats (not as dirty or glamorous as it sounds) - I thanked her because it truly was a kick ass work out that pushed me, tested me, challenged me - yet I was able to complete it.
NEVER would I push myself that hard on my own.
What can I say? Another day...another session of brutality.
I also walked there and back and walked to work this morning (a 35 minute walk)...
So yeah...I think I did it up, athlete-style this morning.
"Athlete."
Who the FUCK am I kidding?!?!?

*sigh*
dan.